"Xanadu" cannot possibly be described as a good movie, but it can be recommended to those who can tolerate large amounts of intravenous marzipan.

This modern musical with tunes written by Where Are They Now pop band ELO falls flat on its face simply because the premise is so utterly ludicrous.

The acting is wooden, the direction and cinematography confused, the special effects largely out of place, the dramatic interest nonexistent.

This ghastly achievement manages to trumpet the worst excesses of both the fading ’70s disco craze and the burgeoning ’80s New Wave scene.​