Three Italian-American brothers, living in the slums of 1940's New York City, try to help each other with one's wrestling career using one brother's promotional skills and another brother's con-artist tactics to thwart a sleazy manager.
God has had just about enough of the human's attitude so he will destroy the planet very soon. It is up to a struggling inventor and a bank teller, both with very amateur criminal minds, to... See full summary »
After a single, career-minded woman is left on her own to give birth to the child of a married man, she finds a new romantic chance in a cab driver. Meanwhile, the point-of-view of the newborn boy is narrated through voice-over.
In this sequel to Saturday Night Fever, former disco king Tony Manero has left Brooklyn and lives in Manhattan. He stays in a cheap hotel and works as a dance instructor and as a waiter at a dance club, trying to succeed as a professional dancer on Broadway. The breakaway from his Brooklyn life, family and friends seems to have matured Tony and refined his personality, represented by his diminished accent and his avoidance of alcohol and profanity. However, certain attitudes have not changed, as with his most recent girlfriend, who's also the singer of a local rock band.Written by
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The famous location of the "2001 Odyssey" discotheque from Saturday Night Fever (1977) is seen in this film when Tony Manero (John Travolta) walks past. The disco became a gay night-club "Spectrum" in 1987, but the building was demolished in 2005. Its address was 802 64th Street, Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York. See more »
During the rehearsal segment, the camera crew is reflected in the mirrors. See more »
Who do you think you're dealing with... some little groupie who jumps when you call? Is that who you think I am? We met, we made it. What do you think it was? True love? And you say I used you, but what about you using me? Everybody uses everybody, don't they?
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Without a doubt one of the worst movies in history
Staying Alive is an abomination. An annoying, pointless exercise in narcissism, executed so ineptly in every way imaginable, that it holds a secure and well-deserved place in history as one of the worst films ever made.
Two elements which made the original such a surprise hit in 1977 (disco dancing and the chart-topping Bee Gees soundtrack) have been replaced by what can best be described as absurdly choreographed aerobic dry humping routines shot in slow motion along with music by - you guessed it - Frank Stallone.
As the so-called "brains" behind this monumental failure, Sylvester Stallone may as well have taken a pristine 70MM print of the original classic Saturday Night Fever, filmed himself defecating all over it, and made that the final hidden scene at the conclusion of the end credits.
Stallone also appears briefly in what has to be the strangest cameo ever - engaging in a homo erotic stare down with Manero while wearing a fur coat that looks like it was raided from Liberace's closet.
Staying Alive makes Showgirls seem like it could have been written and directed by Bob Fosse. Avoid this monumental turd at all costs.
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