Review of Staying Alive (1983) by Michael G — 25 Jul 2015

I heard that I've been getting a reputation on Flixster as a guy who will give any movie a great review, regardless of how terrible it really is. Kind of like Larry King does. So I searched hard and long for a movie I could rip, and it didn't take longfor me to come up with "Staying Alive", the sequel to the great "Saturday Night Fever". I watched this movie in a hotel room while on a business trip in Atlanta. From the opening, to the intense final dance scene, I couldn't keep my jaw from dropping. And not in a good way, either. I give Travolta all the credit in the world for getting in the shape he was in to film this movie. But all I can say is that if you spell "Staying Alive" backwards, it spells "Homoerotic".

But I don't want to bash the movie completely. After all, how many movies have I been in? And last time I checked, Frank Stallone had provided the soundtrack for more movies than I have. So I'll say this in respect to "Staying Alive". At the end, our hero Travolta, after just giving an all-out, gut-wrenching, overtly sexual performance in the freakiest stage production ever created, says to his friend, "I feel like struttin'!" I have to agree that sometimes, I myself, just feel like struttin'. And you know what I do in those situations? I strut. Like there's no tomorrow.