"Well you can tell by the way John Travolta walks, he's a woman's man, no time to talk..." Released at the pinnacle of disco fever, John Badham's Saturday Night Fever is a nostalgic look at the late 70s, with John Travolta as Tony Manero, the main man at the discotech, where he shows off his dancing moves to the BeeGees songs. It's entertaining to sit back and watch a film that was once considered the "groovy" thing, and now is seen for what it actually is, a so-so film with excellent dancing moves, but then again, most musicals do the old "make a musical and attach a hackneyed plot of sorts and see if it gels." Thankfully, it does better than the shocking "Stayin' Alive". It's no easy watch, with sex scenes, nudity and violence not quite fitting together. Director Badham (file name under "where are they now?") gives too much attention to the outside world of drugs, sex and suicide, when it would work much more fluidly without the jarring tone changes. It's a curious throwback to the days of disco-groove, and John Travolta is effortlessly cool, but when you take out the disco, it's a combination of sleaze and violence that's hardly cohesive. But the classic BeeGees music and some great dancing from Travolta push it further than what the film itself deserves.