Saturday Night Fever (1977)
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|Movie Review by Derringer |
November 28th, 2008
DISCO? CRISCO? SAN FRANCISCO??
Well, folks, in case you're at all interested - When it comes to 'Disco' Flicks, this is the one that started all the fever, and, pretty much, ended it all, too, in a cold-sweat. For many, SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER (SNF) was the be-all, and end-all - The perfect crossover combination between movie and music. Good solid story. Good toe-tappin' tunes. Who could ask for anything more?
In the mid-70's, at the supreme height of the disco-craze, SNF blazed like fury across the silver screen. Its path was not unlike that of a scorching laser-light fragmented into kaleidoscope-dreams from a giant disco-ball.
Disco here. Disco there. Disco-Disco, everywhere.
Accompanied by the ultimate soundtrack from the towering, heart-thumping rhythms of Australia's BEE GEES, SNF was unanimously voted the Youth Movie-Event of the decade. SNF set the fevered pace for many a copycat film to follow. DIRTY DANCING, though set in the 60's, was a dismally inferior copycat. (Yuck! - What a dirty mess that one was)
Skin-tight, sole delight. Across the nation, at every disco-station, white, polyester suits with wide-collared shirts became the instant fashion craze. Disco-Law forbade the use of Brylcreme. Dance-Floor ordinance made it mandatory to blow dry your hair to absolute perfection, and, then, spray it to a super-stiff, helmet-hardness.
From a 'Bit-Part Nobody' to an instant 'Mega-SuperStar', JOHN TRAVOLTA, didn't waste much time becoming the hottest movie-actor alive. Many adored him. Many abhorred him. What a difference one movie can make.
In SNF our disco-hero, TRAVOLTA, plays, 19 year old, Tony Mareno, a paint store clerk, of Italian/American parentage.
So often Tony feels like a drowning young man living in this rat-race environment called Brooklyn, New York. Tony's only real escape from the drudgery of the job and the bull at home is when he hits the dance floor at Club Vibe. It's here, while gyrating like a baboon, showered by glittering lights and inundated with pounding rhythms, that this mere peasant-of-a-paint-store-clerk becomes a true macho-man King, all decked out in his spiffy, new, polyester outfit....Wow!
Then, like movie-magic our Disco-King meets his Disco-Queen.
Tony soon connects up with Stephanie. And it's a 'dance floor' dream come true. Together, as one, this dynamic disco-duo choreographs an alliance of love and devotion. Tony and Stephanie excitedly don their plat-formed, boogie-woogie, dancing shoes and prepare to enter Club Vibe's Dance Competition.....Big Deal!
Well, that about wraps up the story of SNF. Simple. Straight forward. And, everything performed, with such precision, to a disco-beat, of course.
The rest is movie-disco, big box-office sales, history.
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