So Mr. T and Emmanuel cavort around New York City singing and dancing and admiring Rockette gams. That in itself isn't too strange, because again, it was the '80s. You could have a tone-deaf tree frog where your voice box should be and you'd still have to sing and dance at the drop of a Rubik's Cube. Nothing, however, justifies the vehemence and passion Emmanuel puts into his hip wiggling.
Along the way, they meet Maureen, who DOES NOT PLAY Webster's mom on the show called Webster. Repeat: This redheaded lady with spiky hair is not "Ma'am" from Webster.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think that NBC pulled a fast one on millions of children who thought they were watching a Webster Christmas special. Then again, in 1984 lots of women walked around with a Ziggy Stardust haircut, so maybe no one minded that Not Ma'am was not Ma'am from Webster. And just so we're clear, I haven't even addressed the most surreal moments from this Ambien sleepwalk of a special yet.
The Most Surreal Moment
When a prestigious choir starts singing, Emmanuel does this head roll loop thing. It's almost like he's a puppet and a puppet master is yanking the string that controls his head. Or he's a snake and the American Boychoir is his snake charmer.
Two, Mr. T doesn't know what to do with his hands while the choir sings, so he faux conducts. You know, like we all do when we hear classical music and we're 4 years old.