Buzz of troubles on the set of this satire about men who turn their wives into fembots can't compare to the mess onscreen. The 1975 film version of Ira Levin's novel caught the shock and awe of nascent feminism. It was funny and scary. The new version, directed by Frank Oz (In and Out), is terror— and clever-free. Paul Rudnick's script, a series of campy one-liners, overwhelms a plot about a husband (Matthew Broderick) who moves his TV-exec wife (Nicole Kidman) to Stepford, Connecticut, where wives are transformed from "castrating career bitches" into sex kittens, under the tutelage of Christopher Walken and his deranged spouse (Glenn Close). Close gets laughs, as does Bette Midler as a Jewish rebel. But the sting is gone.

“(We're Not) The Jet Set”

George Jones and Tammy Wynette were still married when they recorded the tongue-in-cheek "(We're Not) The Jet Set." The lyrics, written by Nashville songwriter Bobby Braddock, who also penned Wynette's "D-I-V-O-R-C-E" and Jones' "He Stopped Loving Her Today," make fun of the good life by declaring, "We're not the Jet Set/We're the old Chevrolet set." Braddock recalled that while writing the song, he needed the name of a city that evened out the rhyme he had with "Riviera" and "Missourah." “I got out a Rand McNally atlas," he said. "In the first part are the maps. The last part is an alphabetical listing of cities. I wanted a rustic, small-time sound. I went to the listing for Missouri. And I found 'Festus.' I loved the sound of it."