I've been watching a show of vintage music videos and just HAD to share this one with you.
Apparently this is what the Brits decided was the best song in existence at Christmas in 1982 (I can't believe us sometimes)
* Disclaimer: The author does not take ANY responsibility for any mental scarring, disturbance or downright trauma in any way, shape or form that may ensue as a result of viewing the attached clip
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As far as I can tell, the "plot" is that hapless Renato, an italian sausage maker, maybe a little too fond of his own wares and of ill-fitting knitwear, meets (possibly through a prisoners pen-pal network) and falls in love with what appears to be a female impersonator with the most dubious wig and hands like a WWF wrestler. I suspect that Renee the shemale has busted out of jail and is on the run, unable to wait for the tickle of Renato's moustache any longer (which could explain his .. sorry, her reluctance to face the camera).
He wines and dines his love, doing all the things he swore he would, even fulfilling his number one fantasy of serenading the lovely Renee under the moon and stars above and chucking her the reddest rose he could find, (complete with comedy slide whistle effect) all under a dreamy, fuzzy wuzzy haze of soft focus.
Ahh, who said romance is dead?
But ... Oh No! Heartbreak awaits our lusty lothario. Following a night of semi-naked staring at each other, Renee decides she's off, probably to Vegas where s/he's heard Barry Manilow is auditioning for Copacabana boys, leaving a devastated Renato to sob into his Mortadella.
However, all's well that ends well ... as they bid their touching farewells they realise they're just not right for each other; his garlic breath makes her eyes water, endangering her carefully applied blue eyeshadow and she nearly discovers the fact that he wears a weave. Suddenly parting isn't such sweet sorrow and with both breathing big sighs of relief they wave fondly as Renee flies into the smog ... er sunset, never to meet again.
But they'll always have Rome.
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I think I may have told you that I used to travel to the UK all the time. If I still did I would love to meet you.
Your sense of humor is so up my alley I can't stand it!
Oh. My. God. The slide whistle and the talking part killed me. The only person that can get away with a talking part in a song is Elvis. It's just a small part of his genius. I will remember this the next time someone wants to say that the Brits are more sophisticated than we are.
Aw Dr Z ... it's a shame you don't come to the UK any more then. We could have spent a pleasant afternoon chatting and people-watching over tea and crumpets.
Words ... don't you just love a bit of slide whistle!?! There's only one thing that's more hilarious ... and that's a kazoo!!!
Apparently "Maneater" by Daryl Hall & John Oates was no. 1 in the US at that time ... which I have to reluctantly admit is marginally more sophisticated than Renee & Renato (dammit)
Bet Elvis never used a slide whistle ... OR a kazoo! Pfft!
Haha, I just knew it wouldn't be long before Zibbs pulled out the "lets meet" move.
Anyway, that's a funny video, and I'm not really sure what their connection to Christmas is, but that was definately the male singer in the Santa suit.
Loved your comment, btw. It's so cute that you were even trying to figure out what those photos mean to you.
Sweet.
I remember this song and OMG, what a turn-off !
Imagine a blind date and getting this at your table...
And what a dirty bast*rd...they just met and he wants to sh*g her right on ....
Aaah Top o/t Pops days ...
Great to share this with us !
Thanks Dominica ... I used to LOVE Top of the Pops when I was little! It was one of the highlights of my week. (how sad is that? lol)
Thanks for stopping by!
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