It's not the movie you probably think it is. Saw it for the first time a few days ago and it really stuck with me.... There's a great write-up from WPUR about the Harvard Film Archive's recent screening of this film, which remarks on its cultural importance and just how shocking so much of it was at the time of release (and still is, to this day). It sums up a lot of my feelings better than I probably could so I'll selectively quote here.
Some ending spoilers below:
In short, if you fit into the category of people outlined above (assuming you've seen it fully, but haven't actually) PLEASE give it a shot. It's on US Netflix, and it really is one of the most raw, realistic, gritty, up-close and lifelike films I've seen recently. Watching it really stuck with me, and days later I keep talking about it or remembering these brilliant little scenes or interactions between any number of the film's surprisingly well-developed characters.
Oh and the fucking dance scenes are INSANE. Like, even if you hate everything else, watch it for those.
The white suit, that lighted dance floor, the strut — so many tropes from “Saturday Night Fever” have been so tirelessly parodied over the years, becoming such part and parcel of our shared pop iconography that I’ve noticed a lot folks tend to just assume they’ve seen the movie at some point or another, if only through cultural osmosis. Here’s a good way to tell for sure: If you’re laughing derisively about it, you probably haven’t watched “Saturday Night Fever” recently.
Travolta’s 19-year-old Tony Manero and his claque of go-nowhere friends live at home with their parents, work dead-end jobs and, every Saturday night, spend all their money trying to score with girls at the tacky 2001 Odyssey disco. They’re thoughtlessly racist and downright horrible to women. The only respite is when Tony hits the dance floor, his boorishness redeemed by grace, and this scummy, druggy scene is elevated briefly to nirvana before Sunday morning’s inevitable hangover kicks in.
Some ending spoilers below:
One of the things that makes “Saturday Night Fever” so bruising is that despite considerable charm and a good heart, Tony Manero consistently fails to rise to the occasion. His yearning for something more is always palpable in Travolta’s impossibly endearing performance, but the character is hamstrung by deeply ingrained, stupid macho codes of behavior. By the final reel that dumb dance contest has become an afterthought, and the film goes on spiraling into one shocking scene after another, complete with a suicide and a gang rape — nothing you’d expect from the kitschy reputation. The movie ends on a note of hesitant uncertainty. We don’t know if these kids are gonna make it through, but you really hope they will.
In short, if you fit into the category of people outlined above (assuming you've seen it fully, but haven't actually) PLEASE give it a shot. It's on US Netflix, and it really is one of the most raw, realistic, gritty, up-close and lifelike films I've seen recently. Watching it really stuck with me, and days later I keep talking about it or remembering these brilliant little scenes or interactions between any number of the film's surprisingly well-developed characters.
Oh and the fucking dance scenes are INSANE. Like, even if you hate everything else, watch it for those.