I saw this movie at a midnight screening last Saturday. A potential cult classic overlooked for years due to lack of distribution, The Apple may be the Plan 9 from Outer Space of pop musicals. The plot, such as it is, centers around the dystopic world of the future (1994, that is), in which people wear lots of silver vinyl but disco-chic hairdos are still all the rage. This harsh realm is controlled by a totalitarian record company called Boogalow International Music (called, simply, “The BIM”). It isn’t clear how the label made the transition from selling music to world domination, but that’s part of the fun. When an idealistic, young, folk-singing couple proves a threat to BIM’s disco mind control, Boogalow’s head honcho manages to seduce one of them into his evil fold, while the other rebels against BIM’s control. And, of course, this is all one, big, glittery New Testament allegory.

According to “New York’s Apple Superfan,” who hosted our screening, at the movie’s premiere, the audience hated the movie so much that they threw the commemorative soundtrack LPs they had been given at the screen. Don’t you hate people with no sense of camp?