Just about as cheesy as you can get, Disco Dancer is a symphony of tragic mistakes. From his hairdo…
…to his little Disco outfit with the lopsided shoulders…
…to the threads hanging out and plastic body parts that don’t quite fit together…
… to his clothes that weren’t even finished before they stuffed him in the box…
… to the fact that he has no pants. Disco Dance is sheer Kitsch perfection.
I love his flat little hands.
Despite the fact that he’s obviously meant to move…
…and there’s a button to push to get him to do so…
… Disco Dancer was dead on arrival, brand new out of the box. Poor little Disco Dancer. Dispite the fact that you have your best shoes on…
…it’s time to leave the Disco and head home…
…to Japan.
sam
this is pretty much the absolute best thing so far. if the hair wasn’t enough, the ‘shoe polish’ creeping up the bell bottoms is pathetically wonderful…
if only i’d had a plaid vest (is that what it is?) back when i was dressing for those disco nights…