Considering that has to be the most forgetable Diana Ross number EVER, they certainly went all out on its shaggy little ass. The Cirque du Soleil Leftovers! The Sheila E Memorial Drummers! Whoever that guy in the baggy shirt is! Anyone they could find in the parking lot that wasn't busy! Confetti!
Peenee, as usual, has nailed it. It's a perplexing concoction indeed - if they spent more than twenty bucks on that Casio orchestration, they wuz robbed, and why two cast-off Vanna White outfits were better than one is anybody's guess. When she's good, she's a goddess, and when she's not, well... this is what you get.
My first thought was "Why haven't I ever heard this song?"; then it was made clear. I gave the production an "A" for effort, but it still wasn't very good. Fun to watch though, so there is that. Thanks for the post Thombeau!
I've always loved disasters... and this is a train wreck!
Yet another reason I'm pleased I didn't have a television in the 1980s.