Partly inspired by Warb, I re-watched Jesus Christ Superstar (1973).

It's a bit of a strange experience, by 1973 the hippy passion play framing device was already dated.

Every time I watch the piece I'm sexually distracted by Bob Bingham, his voice really rattles my pans, his impressive beard and chest are pretty much pornographic from my viewpoint.

Philip Toubus ironically does nothing for me despite appearing in almost every one of my late father's impressive porn tape collection.

It's still my favorite incarnation of the music and it has some really interesting visual juxtapositions.

Love the afro wigs too.

Twenty pieces of silver out of thirty.

I also saw Grace Of My Heart (1996) which is a Carol King biopic with all the names, some of the songs and some of the events changed or shuffled around to protect the producers from legal action.

Not having access to the real Carol King songs (or the real Beach Boys for that matter) necessitated the creation of some very interesting (in their own right) pastiches.

Watching it is a bit like watching the divergent universe sequences of Fringe.

While spotting the difference between the real world and the one in the film is slightly distracting, ultimately the performances hold up surprisingly well.

Three Natural Women out of Five.