First of all, the makeup throughout is insane:
And it has to be said that John Travolta is arguably at the height of his hotness:
Sure, the storyline is hackneyed, wrong-side-of-the-tracks wish-fulfilment bullshit, but then so was Flashdance, which came out the same year and made a mint.
Go figure.
Staying Alive also boasts an over-the-top dance finale. In a loincloth-and-headband ensemble, no less.
Far better, in my opinion, than any off-the-shoulder sweatshirt:
It's an overwrought number, I admit, but his mama's proud, which is what really matters:
In the end, Tony is glistening with sweat and self-satisfaction.
It's positively post-masturbatory:
I was pleasantly distracted for a while, in any case.
Fun fact: Staying Alive was co-written and directed by Sylvester Stallone!
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