The man can freakin’ dance.
Take all away the movies, all the real-world drama, all the comebacks, the fade-aways, and the re-comebacks, and one thing remains crystal clear.
John Travolta can move his ever-lovin’ feet.
Sure, Saturday Night Fever is probably the perfect showcase for his twinkle-happy toes, and his revival dance with Uma in Pulp Fiction was nirvana.
But there is a moment in Grease, when, clad in the sleekest black-and-pink combo ever rocked on the silver screen, Travolta absolutely tears up the floor.
A lean, mean, dancin’ machine in his absolute blow-the-walls-off-the-gym prime.