Saturday Night Fever (rough draft)
I meant for this to be on Letterboxd, but I dunno: I will just leave it here: I did not anticipate just how brutal this film is in terms of just how people act to each other in it. They are wearing disguises, really, to hide who they are and where they are in life, the facade of cool or status, everything that is a microcosm of where we still are today: money, money, money. Frank, Jr, the “patron saint” of Tony’s family decides to leave the priesthood because, unlike others in the film, he doesn’t want to wear the mask, put on the uniform (as he puts it), and pretend to be something or someone he is not. And good for him. Because the parents might thrust on Frank, Jr, what they feel he should represent to make themselves feel, I dunno, important or spiritually uplifted (their dinner table nights together sure seem to indicate otherwise), but he makes a decision for himself while Tony is revived with renewed energy because he’s no longer the black sheep of the family, that for once...