As if symbolizing Charlie's total abandonment of reason, compassion and humanity, this, for me, was the most frightening shot in the entire movie.
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.
Reading through several reviews of this picture, I noticed each reviewer had the same gripe with the film. Namely that what started off as a keenly observed teen angst story "disappointingly" wandered into "Slasher" territory for its finale. This gripe is what convinced me to check it out.
When I was seven years old, I happened across a local TV station broadcast of Seconds early on a Sunday morning in 1976. I caught probably 95% of the movie. In spite of my young age and the fact that it was a black & white film, I was totally transfixed by it.
My opinion of what I've seen so far of the Suspiria remake is...[shrug]...why'd they bother?
How about a Teachers sequel, set in modern day, exploring the school's corrupt decision 34 years ago to cover up the gym teacher's serial sexual predation?