Movie: Staying Alive
My Rating: 4 stars
This movie is an intoxicating explosion of spandex, headbands, thong bodysuits and layered, feathered mullets. And, that’s just John Travolta’s wardrobe! It really doesn’t get better than this. But, what else would you expect from a Stallone, Stallone, Travolta production? This movie is the insane, sparkling, fever dream of a sequel to Saturday Night Fever, written by Sylvester Stallone, scored by Frank Stallone. And, you know whose butt is shaking in those tight jeans in the final frame of the movie. That’s right, the King of Disco, himself. I watched this film at the prompting of the “How Did This Get Made?” podcast. They’re always good for some pretty great suggestions, but this is easily the best one to date.
This movie has everything. There’s passion, love triangles, tiny, glittery shorts! I only regret that I didn’t have a pastel pink and mint green cat-suit for my photo shoot. In this story John Travolta isn’t a dance hall rat anymore. Now he’s a fancy Broadway star! Or at least he’d like to be. At the moment he’s still waiting tables and living at the YMCA. It’s his rebellious attitude that’s getting in the way. Directors just don’t like his improvisations or his angry energy.
But, this guy has ambition. He just knows he’s going to make it! And, he’s going to be encouraged the whole way by Stallone’s super tough, rock ballads. It’s totally nuts. Of course, he’s going to disrespect and trample over the hearts of as many women as necessary to make it happen. He’s cheating on his girlfriend. And, he tries to play head games with the female lead of the show to “put her in her place.” Because, John Travolta is still playing the same jerk that he was in the last film. He’s not going to let some broad slow him down. And, the best part is that not one lesson is learned in this movie . . . unless it’s the women that learn that they should really steer clear of this narcissist if they know what’s good for them.
You have no excuse not to go out and see this movie immediately. It’s just that perfect. There’s just too much gyrating, sweaty hair flips, and amusing 80s jargon to miss. Plus it’s one of the few movies where we get to see John Travolta really working it out on the dance floor again. I’m not quite sure why he ever gave it up. Maybe that beer belly just got the better of him.