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THE BONUS CHAPTER 233<br />

Can’t Stop <strong>the</strong> Music remains a video-store cult curiosity. It’s notable not<br />

only for its lack <strong>of</strong> a coherent plot and its gratuitous splashing-in-<strong>the</strong>-pool<br />

beefcake scenes, but for <strong>the</strong> acting debut <strong>of</strong> former Olympic gold- medal<br />

winner Bruce Jenner—<strong>of</strong> whom one Web movie reviewer notes, “He has<br />

no discernible acting ability, but seems like Kenneth Branagh compared<br />

to <strong>the</strong> rest.”<br />

The Smokeless Cigarette<br />

In <strong>the</strong> early 1980s, with smokers’ lawsuits presenting a threat to <strong>the</strong><br />

tobacco industry’s survival, cigarette manufacturer RJ Reynolds spent<br />

$800 million on a top secret product-development effort. The result was<br />

Premier. It looked like a regular cigarette, but contained only a tiny<br />

amount <strong>of</strong> tobacco, which was heated, ra<strong>the</strong>r than burned, by a special<br />

device in <strong>the</strong> tip and <strong>the</strong>n filtered through “flavor beads” when a smoker<br />

inhaled. Premier created almost no smoke and few <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> carcinogens that<br />

had gotten <strong>the</strong> industry into so much trouble. The problem was that smokers<br />

hated <strong>the</strong> taste, which a Japanese focus group described by repeating<br />

an expression in <strong>the</strong>ir language that company <strong>of</strong>ficials translated into English<br />

as “tastes like shit.” Premier flopped so quickly that Reynolds pulled<br />

it from <strong>the</strong> market after only a year.<br />

The Worst Oscars Telecast Ever<br />

The 61st Academy Awards in 1989, also produced by disco auteur<br />

Allan Carr (see “The Village People Movie,” above), featured a twelveminute<br />

opening musical extravaganza that included dancing cocktail tables,<br />

a high-kicking chorus line, Merv Griffin serenading Doris Day and<br />

Vincent Price with a rendition <strong>of</strong> “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch <strong>of</strong> Coconuts,”<br />

and <strong>the</strong>n-rising young movie star Rob Lowe’s Vegas lounge–style version<br />

<strong>of</strong> “Proud Mary,” which he sang as a duet with an actress costumed as <strong>the</strong><br />

Disney version <strong>of</strong> Snow White—sans permission from <strong>the</strong> studio, a faux<br />

pas that later led to litigation. O<strong>the</strong>r highlights <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> broadcast included<br />

an even longer production number featuring a Michael Jackson imperson-

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