Jacob’s review published on Letterboxd:
Where’s the Butabi brothers when you need them. This was probably considered the DanceFellas back in the day but my word, time has not been kind to this film. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen such blatant misogyny in a classic film as this one. Every walking dick in the film is malicious and simply despicable with how they treat others that’s not in their pathetic gang. Putting aside those thoughts the film in general is way too long and overly exaggerated with the “romance” and Travolta’s hardships as a blue collar worker. What did work for me is the Bee-Gee’s making every scene more groovy than it should be, along with the incredible dance numbers show throughout. Regardless of my dislike for Travolta’s character his performance is truly admirable. He has the swag and the acting chops to give his character life but unfortunately Travolta and the disco glamour couldn’t patch up the obvious issues at hand that left a bad taste in my mouth.
BONUS POINTS: It’s better than Grease at least 😅