Posted on 12/17/2017 9:06:42 PM PST by nickcarraway
I’ve hated “Saturday Night Fever” since the first time I saw it in 1977. It’s the only Hollywood movie that offends me as an Italian-American. Sure, it’s “iconic” — but that debased term is now used for every pizza joint that closed because of a rent hike.
I admit that I love the pulse-pounding opening sequence where John Travolta prances under the 86th Street tracks in Bensonhurst to the beat of the Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive.” Who doesn’t? But the next 116 minutes make my blood boil.
Movies about Mafia gangsters, which some Italian-Americans grumble about, rarely bother me. The Mafia was and is a real thing. Some Mafia movies are cinematic masterpieces.
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I liked the dancing and music of the movie, but the depraved message overall was depressing. It depicted the emptiness of the “if it feels good do it” lifestyle of the times.
Get over it Stevie take that advice from a former Bronx ‘Guido’.
You gotta no respect?
About 4 years ago I dated a woman (roughly my same age and I am 55 now) who had no clue whatsoever that the Bee Gees had made any other music outside of the Saturday Night Fever disco stuff.
I introduced her to it, and she was shocked that it was so good.
What cave was this person living in?
116 minutes of that crap and he and the girl end up being FRIENDS????
THAT was a fake scene.
We didn’t want em around but we never abused them or picked on them.
But accepting their insanity? Yeah, that’s changed for the worst as each new Italian generation is born.
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