SKIDOO is a wonderfully cheerful, entertaining, AWFUL movie. Channing's antics in it may actually be less scary than Jackie Gleason's acid trip, which causes him to hallucinate a musical number with a chorus line of dancing garbage cans. Or a dessicated Groucho Marx as a Mafia kingpin named "God", obviously reading all his lines from offscreen cue cards, even while struggling with a nubile young woman. Or...oh, see it for yourself. It not only ended the sixties, but Otto Preminger's film career. That's right--old polished pro Preminger, making a last--and fatal--stab at "relevance", coming up with exactly the type of anti-youth, old-fogey bull you would expect--only CRAZY!
I ask in all honesty/What would life be?/Without a song and a dance, what are we?/So I say "Thank you for the music/For giving it to me."