(Toomorrow) Groovy - even for squares
You dig the groove baby, if you wanna do your own thing, chick, or insist on being solid, solid, solid then you’ll probably find “Toomorrow” (London Pavilion “A,” Thursday) as old-fashioned as a tea cosy.
But you don’t have to be a square (though it perhaps may help) to find it a refreshing change to watch a film, geared to the young, which doesn’t make them all out to be sex or dope maniacs.
This musical has a touch of science fiction about it. It circles around a pop group called “Toomorrow” and they play some nice tunes and wisecrack amusingly. For some reason which I couldn’t quite fathom, every now and again, they are jerked into Outer Space to play their music to a bunch of Alphoids.
Anyway, the picture is dreamily jolly although pretty naive. The story, such as it is, drifts along pleasantly, with Roy Dotrice as “The Alphoid on Earth,” a kind of suave master of ceremonies.
The pop group do their thing attractively and there are some very cuddle-some birds around such as Olivia Newton-John, Imogen Hassell, Margaret Noland and a stunner named Tracey Crisp who plays a university professor.
I’d go to evening classes to be taught by her any time she cares to enrol me.
by Dick Richards