John Travolta Will EAT YOUR SOUL
I have no words for this, other than "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" and "HOLY FUCKING SHIT KILL IT WITH FIRE!" Seriously, pause it at 0:16 if you plan on never sleeping again without John Travolta's grinning plastic visage haunting your dreams, ready to devour your face. Couple that with some seriously pedo-riffic dancing (with his own daughter, no less) and you have irrefutable proof that there is, in fact, no fucking God. I suggest hiding under your covers right now, lest you be eaten by John Travolta and his demonic face.
I actually got to 52 seconds before I threw up!
Sorry... I have this thing with daddies and daughters where I can't be bitchy.
Although, if you'd asked me to guess which veteran performer they would tap to record a shitty whiny auto-tune-y r&b track for a movie soundtrack, I PROBABLY wouldn't have said John Travolta. Probably.
Although, that girl's gotta be 8, why did they give her such mentally deficient dialogue? Any why couldn't they have brushed her hair? Was her mom out of town or something?