Film

Saturday Night Fever

Name: Saturday Night Fever
Genre: Drama
Released: 1977
Cast: John Travolta, Karen Lynn Gorney, Barry Miller, Joseph Cali, Paul Pape

Everyone remembers the white suit and the strut, but this is a far angrier, sadder film than its soundtrack suggests. Tony Manero is a paint-store clerk who becomes a king for one night a week and nothing much the rest of the time, and the film is unsparingly honest about the violence, racism, and dead ends waiting outside the disco doors. Travolta is magnetic; the movie around him refuses to be fun.

TMDb rating

6.7

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