Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant around the whole room and he took every present: Pop guns, pampoolas, pantookas, and drums, checkerboards, bissel-binks, popcorn, and plums. But he stuffed them in bags, then the Grinch very nimbly stuffed all the bags, one-by-one, up the chimbley.
Swan. He has no other name. His past is a mystery, but his work is already a legend. He wrote and produced his first gold record at 14. In the years since then he has won so many others that he once tried to deposit them in Fort Knox. He brought the blues to Britain. He brought Liverpool to America. He brought folk and rock together. His band, The Juicy Fruits, single-handedly gave birth to the nostalgia wave of the '70s. Now he is looking for the new sound of the spheres to inaugurate his own Xanadu, his own Disneyland: The Paradise, the ultimate rock palace. This film is the story of that search, of that sound... of the man who made it, the girl who sang it, and the monster who stole it.