Willing to escape his reality and enjoy, Tony Manero, the nineteen-years-old boy who goes to the Disco in weekends detests living a regular life with his family and working in a hardware store. He is the best dancer in the club. Tony’s dream now comes true when he gets Stephanie Mangano as a partner in a dance competition.
Saturday Night Fever is wonderfully honest and completely accurate when it comes to depicting that stagnant environment that keeps young people like Tony pinned down.
Mr. Travolta is deft and vibrant, and he never condescends to the character, not even in a scene that has Tony and Stephanie arguing about whose Romeo and Juliet it is, Zeffirelli's or Shakespeare's.
The ARTery
September 24, 2015
This is one tough picture - bristling and raw, with an aggression more attuned to angry-young-man British kitchen sink dramas than Hollywood's quickie music-fad cash-ins.
Travolta's characterization, given the script and directorial demands, is okay. It will please the already-committed; but it won't win him any new fans.
