the fact that this vibrant collision of romanticism and realism is somehow considered a “lesser” Marty picture is a testament to the man’s inability to miss. despite its box office failure and lukewarm reviews (musicalphobia is real…), its sonic impact has loudly and clearly reverberated throughout culture, decades and decades on. i’m talking specifically about when Alex the lion sings New York, New York in Madagascar :) more proof for my theory that 1977 was the greatest year for cinema














