OK, so just watched the dance contest sequence from Saturday Nigh Fever. The first one, our heros Tony and Stephanie basically fall in love in white - her with one of those flouncing 70s dresses that were never a good idea but were wildly popular, Travolta in The White Suit.
What I forgot was the Puerto Rican couple that comes afterward - dressed in red and clearly better dancers. The horror on Tony and Stephanie's faces as they realize they are being outclassed.
I actually have to wait for after the commercials now to tell you what happens next, because I don't remember. Maybe the fact I watched 34 (!) years ago has something to do with that.
Oh God I think I'm going to faint because I'm so old...
** Ugo the cat update during commercial break: he has been out and about this evening, was able to pet him and even give him a tummy rub...he is now under the sofa again...but he's getting ever more comfortable and exploring little bits of the house more and more **
Back to the movie - Tony gives first place statue they one to Puerto Rican couple because he knew they were better and sees the contest was rigged. Even he sees the racism.
He tries to force Stephanie to have sex, which she fights off then watches the young woman who has been trying to sleep with him basically get gang-raped by his friends, one of whom ends up falling off the Verrazano Bridge - a friend who was not part of the rape and is fairly clearly in love with Tony, too - not overt gay content, but implicit.
All of this would have gone over my head I'm fairly certain.
Travolta had been on Welcome Back, Kotter, which I would have watched and began to think of again when teaching at Bronx Community College. Welcome Back, Kotter was a show about a high-school teaching in the Bronx who had left the Bronx but comes back to teach - hence the 'welcome back' part. Travolta and others are his difficult to handle high school class. Hence the comparison in my own mind...
Now Tony - having huffed away from his friends after one died falling off the bridge - is on the subway - with graffitti - it's the 70s! I think he may have made it to Manhattan...yes, and let's see what happens now...Stephanie lets him in and now...a commercial...
US commercials: everyone looks Way Too Healthy and Happy. It's kind of disturbing.
And we're back and they decide to be 'friends' but it's obviously more than that...
Moral of the story: if you find your way to Manhattan life gets better.
This was the 1970s, just as a reminder, so Manhattan would have been affordable.
OK, very tired now so gonna leave it there. I watched the movie mostly to see what on earth I was being exposed to circa 1977 as I'm sure weird bits of it have stuck. I was looking anywhere for clues about how to live.
For what it's worth, I'm still in Manhattan, even if on the edge about to fall off and the only buses up here have a B for the Bronx...And of course Brooklyn is not now what it was then...
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As of September 2013 I started teaching writing as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While was blessed for the opportunity, after four years of being an adjunct, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in NYC and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again. As of 2018, I also started leading writing retreats to my beloved Orkney Islands. If you ever want two weeks that will restore your soul and give you time and space to write, get in touch. I am leading two retreats this year in July and September.
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Oh, yes... Those weird and nutty disco years. Haven't danced since then, but occasionally when one of the songs plays, there is most always a wry smile (even though it was also such a time of so much upheaval). Something about being able to move, move, move.... Stopped going after my promotion. Didn't think it would pass The Board, if they were to find out -- you know, gay bars and all that... But ya had to love the dancing.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder you were confused...
Just about "everyone" was aspirational back then. It was in the air and for many it actually was achievable in one way or another. Such a different world, even if we were so "over our heads" in plenty of ways.
Manhattan was more affordable in the '70's -- however, when making $10K or less per year, it still seemed like Oz, with lots of violence and homeless people. Wanted to be there, but frightened by it at the same time.
We survived. Though certainly not in ways we thought... Hopefully, though, with at least some compassion, maybe even a bit of wisdom.
"Peace 'n Love", Robin
It is a brave mother that admits to her disco years! Hurrah for you! Didn't realize you stopped going after the promotion, tho...but then I think at that time I was in the Weirdest World of All: Boarding School on Scholarship.
ReplyDeleteI think the movie brought back that energy, too, it was clear about all the dangers and violence, but I forgot - too - the positive side - as you say "something about being able to move, move, move" - even if that wasn't my experience it was around me. And something about Dennis and his dog King and him teaching me how to draw...all that...the dark And the light...strange times indeed...
And so much polyester (in the movie that is...) Oh, and forgot to mention, the club in the movie is called 2001, which is eerie, since there are so many shots of viewing Manhattan from outside of it and the Twin Towers...which of course go away in: 2001.
Never thought of the resonance of 2001: a Space Odyssey in this way before but now, hmmm...interesting.
The club was call 2001! Now that truly is weird. Kinda like life then... Travolta, btw, has a house in Maine that he flies to (he has his own landing strip!).
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I must be one of the few people who didn't see Saturday Night Fever when it came out. I saw it years later. . .and found Tony's preening rather creepy, to be quite honest ! Am I the only heterosexual woman who doesn't find Travolta (then, at least ) pin-up material ?
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Oh dear, let me explain, I don't and never did find Travolta attractive, it's the movie I find riveting and the accuracy of the portrayals of class, aspiration and weird 70s innocence/violence...
ReplyDeletealso, in fairness to anyone who did find him attractive at the time, it was 1977 - seeing the movie years later gives you that perspective on that time that hardly anyone had at that time...at least that's what I remember lo these many years later...
ReplyDeletejulia, I hear what you're saying. It's a very dated film. . .and fascinating for those reasons.
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