Can't say I was ever a fan of bubble-gum music.
When I'm cruising in the car, I love all kinds of music. I play show tunes, standards, old rock & rock (love Doo-wop), cowboy songs, classical. When I used to travel across country a great deal, I acquired a taste for country-western because it was sometimes the only thing you could pick up on the radio. I still go through bouts of country-western in the car.
BK, THE MORNING AFTER is just a god-awful movie. First of all, Jane Fonda is the fittest, healthiest alcoholic I've ever seen in a movie...no bloat, nothing. Secondly, her character in the end just ends up as a damsel in distress who needs to be rescued from the villain. Poor protagonist.
I think this latter problem stems from something she told me in a meeting I had with her once early in my career (I've met her twice...once in this meeting and once in a social setting...and I found her to be a lovely, delightful person both times). She told me in this meeting that she never wanted to play anyone who kills another person in a film. Well...guess that leaves out great roles like Lady MacBeth and Medea and explains why her character becomes a helpless victim in Morning After. But the whole proceeding is a very clumsy effort by all.