Despite thin characters and absurdist levels of gory violence, it's a slick, technically superior Action-Thriller which I enjoyed on a purely aesthetic level.
The film's more concerned with depicting a fractured father-son relationship salvaged by the supernatural. This is a troubled-family drama dressed up, albeit rather skimpily, in Horror clothing.
The trial should've been open and shut, but turned out to be quite the mess. At least Bulger, cold-blooded killer that he was, rightfully wound up behind bars for the rest of his life. And now, the rest of his life has arrived at its conclusion.
Saturday Night Fever is not a polite movie. Or a feel-good buffet of sunny escapism. It's a frequently gritty slice-of-life character drama, stocked with complicated characters, illustrating some hard, uncomfortable truths.
It's fortunate neither "monk" nor "horse" wound up getting stabbed during that stunt. You just don't think about shit like that when you're eleven.
Purely as an exercise in aesthetics, the film could be appreciated, but it was tough to get through for the reasons mentioned above. This is the kind of arthouse movie I can admire without really enjoying.
Interesting how the cheapskate condemns the business owners as 'Greedy Bastards' perpetrating a 'get rich sceem' (sic), when those business owners are, at least, providing goods and services, while the cheapskate/thief provides...what, exactly?...apart from further incentive for the business owners to raise their costs on honest/actual customers?