Tag: Saturday Night Fever

GFS home movies: SoulBoy

GFS home movies: SoulBoy

Movies
I don't think it's possible for me to watch a coming-of-age dance movie like SoulBoy without tracing some threads back to the godfather of them all - Saturday Night Fever.  The key story elements are all there.  Working-class boy meets a girl seemingly beyond reach, and sets about to win her through the power of dance.  He is oblivious to the adoration of a more down-to-earth girl.  Along the way he grows up a little, comes to resent his clownish friends, and it all ends with a climactic dance-off for all the glory. The two leading men - Martin Compston's Joe McCain and John Travolta's Tony Manero - seem to be cut from the same cloth.  They're both working class stiffs (Joe is a delivery boy, Tony is a paint store lackey), they both find purpose in dancing, and they both eventually
What the hell am I going to do with 20 pairs of leg warmers?

What the hell am I going to do with 20 pairs of leg warmers?

Rants
So I'm watching Saturday Night Fever last night with Mrs. Suit, and a thought occurred to me - what goes through a person's mind when they reach the point where popular fashion dictates that what they've been wearing for the last 6 months to two years is now hideously out of style and they have to ditch it? I know there were a ton of kids in the '70s who had those giant platform shoes like Bobby C (the one who fell off the bridge at the end). What did they say when they not only realized that those shoes were no longer cool, but that they spent the last few years looking like morons for wearing them? Is there any remorse in a situation like this, or do they just shrug their shoulders and move on? Or do they eagerly embrace the next garish fashion trend to emerge, like an alcoholic ...
The guilty pleasures of Staying Alive

The guilty pleasures of Staying Alive

Movies
How can you tell the difference between a simply bad movie and a guilty pleasure? Well for one, when watching a guilty pleasure you may experience at least one out-of-body moment where you scream at yourself, "Dude, what the hell?! There has to be something better on TV right now. Infomercials, Leave It to Beaver reruns...anything!" And yet, objectivity is lost and you keep watching anyway. Such was my dilemma as I stayed up way too late in my hotel room last night watching the 1983 John Travolta magnum opus Staying Alive. I was conscious of watching a terrible film yet powerless to stop myself. I'm not sure what was most compelling - the cheesy dialogue, the horribly dated dance moves and costumes, or the fact that Frank Stallone not only dominated the soundtrack but actually had...