Saturday Night Fever

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.


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