Like a peacock on amphetamines.
That’s how film critic Gene Siskel described John Travolta, and it fits.
Every hair perfectly in place, chest hair included, Tony Manero struts like a God among men when he’s in his disco safe place, but out in the real world, things aren’t so hunky-dory.
It’s easy to forget how rough this film is, especially in the original R-rated version, as it chronicles a guy (figuratively) slamming his head against the wall in frustration over his go-nowhere life.
Mixing ’70s grit with soaring, Bee Gees-backed dance numbers, it’s a period piece which still works today.