No self-disrespecting finger-snapping swinger should be without the music to Clooney's clever directorial debut. Suave as the fella himself, it kicks off with a song written by the movie's hero, Chuck Barris?or at least he claims he wrote it. Of course, he claims a lot of things. His shining pop moment, "Palisades Park" by Freddie "Boom Boom" Cannon, is as kitsch as the night is long. Elsewhere the retro-cool is greasier than a conman's elbow, though Vicki Carr belts out "The Silencers" with such gusto we're hushed, and George's aunt Rosemary brings the roof off with "There's No Business Like Show Business". Game on.
No self-disrespecting finger-snapping swinger should be without the music to Clooney’s clever directorial debut. Suave as the fella himself, it kicks off with a song written by the movie’s hero, Chuck Barris?or at least he claims he wrote it. Of course, he claims a lot of things. His shining pop moment, “Palisades Park” by Freddie “Boom Boom” Cannon, is as kitsch as the night is long. Elsewhere the retro-cool is greasier than a conman’s elbow, though Vicki Carr belts out “The Silencers” with such gusto we’re hushed, and George’s aunt Rosemary brings the roof off with “There’s No Business Like Show Business”. Game on.