Just watched The Great Travolta in Saturday Night Fever for the first time. All this hoopla about it’s fantasticness and I thought it was about bloody time it got a watching.

What a depressing movie. The last time a movie with so much hype as a “fantastic movie” that I found depressing was Muriel’s Wedding. But at least with Saturday Night Fever, I could laugh at Travolta’s chest hair and muse what he would be like today if he hadn’t fallen for Scientology.

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