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Saturday Night Fever
Nineteen-year-old Tony Manero lives for Saturday nights at the local disco, where he's king of the dance floor. But outside of the club, things don't look so rosy. At home, he fights constantly with his father and has to compete with his family's starry-eyed view of his older brother, a priest. Then, he meets Stephanie at the disco and they agree to dance together in a competition. Stephanie resists Tony's attempts to romance her, as she aspires to greater things; she is moving across the river to Manhattan. Gradually, Tony also becomes disillusioned with the life he is leading and he and Stephanie decide to help one another to start afresh
There are movies that manage to capture the times they are portraying perfectly. Saturday Night Fever is so seventies you can almost smell the Hai Karate and Brut oozing from the pores of John Travolta's Tony Manero, the undisputed king of disco dancing in his native Brooklyn. That however is where the fairy-tales of the local kid from the neighborhood branching out as a star end. This isn't Glee, there are no happy endings here among the flick-knives and the tortured Catholic upbringing of our Italian/American brothers. Travolta and his brooding good looks and snake-like hips do catch the eye on the dance-floor, but this is about so much more than just that. Yes there are some incredible dance sequences…
Capturing both an iconic cultural moment and youth's swagger and repugnance, John Badham's "Saturday Night Fever" is a sweat-beaded, polyester-clad drama about the search for identity. While today the film may be most recognizable for its in-the-moment depiction of New York's disco scene, the film can go toe-to-toe with most memorable film dealing with youth culture. The film has its flaws, but it is an infectious and energetically crafted confection.
Taking place in a moment when disco beats ruled the airwaves, the drama follows John Travolta's Tony Manero, a 19-year-old Brooklynite with few designs on a future other than one that includes dancing the night away. The film is less plot-driven than it is a pop-accessible character study of a…
Never realized before how essentially plotless this is—ostensibly, it's building to the big dance contest, but nobody really seems to care all that much who wins (as reflected in the outcome), and the Tony-Stephanie duet was always destined to be anticlimactic after "You Should Be Dancing." I wrote a Scenic Routes column on the latter scene a while back, and those thoughts ably reflect my feelings about the movie as a whole, in terms of both its electrifying formal aspects (Badham's navigation of the 2001 Odyssey is virtuosic; what happened to that guy?) and the way it integrates darker material with the escapism. Also surprisingly deft with subtext—you'd have to be fairly dense not to grasp the metaphorical significance when Tony rattles off multiple statistics about the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, but it still works beautifully as a character moment, doesn't clonk you on the head with Meaning. Nicely done.
Review In A Nutshell:
Saturday Night Fever follows the story of a young man from Brooklyn, Tony Manero, who has a passion for dancing and frequently hangs out with his friends. He then signs himself up in a dancing competition hosted in his favorite club, 2001 Odyssey, with a talented woman who loves dancing as much as he does.
A few years ago, when I was around 15-16 years old, I was into the trends that were found during the time, and one of those included dancing. Most of my life during that time was preoccupied by these trends as I truly wanted to be perfect at it, and show my "skills" off with any chance I get. Though I…
Saturday Night Fever, a charmingly surprising blend of contemporary styles, maintains wide appeal, however it only really finds its own voice on the dance floor, where it is veritably a star-making, scene-elevating sensation.
The character arc resonates in its simplicity, juxtaposed between the grim realities of life and the x factor escapism of a night at the disco. Saturday Night Fever, somewhat contrary to perceived reputation, is quite frank and unnervingly dark at times. As with Rocky, it helped establish an endearingly enduring modern template of an earnest underdog who dreams to escape a dead-end existence through their talent. These films inspire at a most fundamental level. It also reminds of countless other east coast era depictions, particularly Scorsese's work…
Before he creeped out The Oscars and worshipped intergalactic overlords, John Travolta owned the dancefloor in this eargasmic disco drama. 10/10 to the amazing soundtrack and 7/10 to the engaging story between each spellbinding boogie session. After a long and energy-draining 11-hour shift, it sure made my saturday night!
An iconic dance film starring John Travolta.
I must say that the soundtrack is already enough to get me to the mood and make me swing around the room (while nobody is around of course, I'm no goddamn Travolta!). For a while I was a little nervous if the story was gonna turn the character of Stephanie into a mindless shell but thank god she kept her head till the end. For a while I was also afraid if this was going to be another one of those macho flicks but the emanation of youth is cleverly dealt as something that isn't the law of the world. I still think that many so called adults have been stuck to this "rebellion phase". On the other hand this film isn't about how we all most turn into "adult rules" but rather just about growing up, finding one's way. Entertaining cult film that must have defined disco generation - more or less.
It was better than I expected.
Well the story isn't very original and actors weren't great but I give these stars simply because it impressed me. The colours, lively camera and Travolta's performance made me in ecstatic state, the kind of state I rarely get in watching movies nowadays. It was more common in my teens (what a shame). I also liked that it dealt with a huge amount of heavy or important things, you just didn't really understood while watching a movie because they were hiding cunningly underneath. The going was rough, but typical for (American) 70's movie, it had idling to balance the movie. I would have liked that they would have concentrated to few characters more, for…
jesus christ tony was a ******* ********
I can't say I really connected or cared about the characters or plot points in the film, but it's hard to rate this below three stars if for no other reason than the music.
It's easy to forget nowadays that the muted centerpiece of the massive Bee Gees hit that opens Saturday Night Fever is the despondant line "I'm going nowhere, somebody help me." There's a lot more going on here than the iconic, electrifying dance sequences it's rightly remembered for might suggest, and it doesn't shy away from the occasionally vile aspects of the world Tony and his meathead friends are a part of. It's rare for a film about a not-so-bright person not to condescend to the character but John Travolta's charismatic, empathetic performance rises above the occasional misstep in the film surrounding it, particularly the incredibly rushed ending whose manufactured ugliness makes the reconciliation of the final scene feel slightly unearned. But, much like the hero at its center, Fever comes alive on the dance floor. In those moments nothing else matters.
Took me way too long to see this film. I saw it was leaving Netflix on the first so figured it was about time. This movie walks a pretty great tight rope between being incredibly dark and being a light and entertaining ride. The soundtrack and Travolta carry this but both are fantastic. I am caught between a 3.5 and 4 for a rating but it will have to wait for a rewatch for that extra half star.
This would NEVER get released by a major studio today. The lead is unapologetically racist and sexist and his friends are even worse. The difference is that in the 70s people seemed more willing to accept that a movie's lead characters were not role models, whereas nowadays there is always a moral outrage as though the actions of the characters within a film somehow denotes the message of said film as a whole.
This is just a movie about a complete shithead who is good at dancing and nothing else and needs to learn what a shithead he is and I love movies like that.
I also think it's really funny how Travolta is eating in what seems like every non-dance scene in the movie, foreshadowing his future career as a Goodyear Blimp.
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