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  • Prismark1028 May 2019
    The original writer of Saturday Night Fever Norman Wexler gets a co-writer credit for the sequel.

    Staying Alive was directed and co-written by Sylvester Stallone. The story owes a debt to A Chorus Line. Some of the clunky dialogue and scenes are likely to be the fault of Stallone.

    However Stallone also got John Travolta into shape. Here he looks like a dancer with rippling muscles.

    The story has moved on six years. Tony Manero is trying to hit it big as a bit part player in Broadway. He gets a long list of rejections and struggles on with the support of his girlfriend.

    An abrasive relationship with the star of a new Broadway show, Laura (Finola Hughes) has not gone unnoticed by its director. Tony might have a girlfriend but he hits on Laura if it might help his career.

    Travolta presents an older Tony Manero but he is still immature, shallow and self centred. Manero has a rawness and streetwise that attracts the attention of the director of the new Broadway show.

    The film is let down by a thin uninvolving plot and too many songs that just does not fit in with the film. Whereas those Bee Gees songs became classics in Saturday Night Fever, they just are forgettable here. I thought Vince DiCola's composition blended better.

    The real low point was the opening night of the campy Broadway show 'Satan's Alley' that Manero gets a starring role opposite with Laura. Conceptually is should had been reworked, maybe something more disco themed.

    Travolta understands Manero but the film felt too different from Saturday Night Fever. Staying Alive did well at the box office when it was released but it was critically lambasted. It was a big task for it to even equal the original's success which had entered public consciousness in a big way. Looking at the movie again it does fit in well with the MTV aesthetics of the 1980s but it lacks the grittiness.
  • Not good, but not as bad as it is made out to be.

    Plot is thin, but the behind-the-scenes look at a Broadway dance show is interesting. Far too much time is spent on the actual show though, making you think that the whole movie may as well have been one big recording of a dance show.

    Music is kind of cheesy, specially the music in the Broadway production.

    Acting is so-so. Cynthia Rhodes gives probably the only convincing performance. John Travolta is his usual one-dimensional self and Finola Hughes is irritating.
  • If Saturday Night was the fever, then Staying Alive is Sunday morning when the cold's broken and all you're left with are some sticky bedsheets.

    Don't get me wrong, I do like Sylvester Stallone, but his finger has never been firmly on the button marked "quality control" and in directing this sequel he's produced one of his more notable failures. If Sly sees himself as God, then he moulds Travolta in his own image, a virtual look-alike with waxed chest, pumped-up physique and Rambo-style headband. This narcissistic study of excess seems determined to float around indulgent dance numbers and close-ups of John's crotch in too-tight tights.

    The idea of updating the Tony Manero character for the aerobics generation isn't bad, but completely misguided here. The first Manero film was relatively gritty and harsh. Here the plot hinges entirely around the flaccid dance sequences, the character-based scenes serving only as filler between 80s pop. At one point Manero reveals that he has a "new mature outlook on life... I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't curse." You know, all of the things that made him interesting in the first place?

    The formerly hard-hearted Manero here meets his match with the dire Finola Hughes, playing an ice queen as shallow and insensitive as he is. Cue predictable role reversal theme as she dumps him after a one-night stand. I actually thought Hughes was sporting a fake English accent, but it turns out she really is a native – it's just that her acting is so chronic. She's one of the main reasons the film doesn't work, as her misguided performance never really gels.

    A montage is used to illustrate the developing relationship between Travolta and Hughes, which highlights co-writer Stallone's lack of skill with dialogue sequences. Much of the movie relies on music to artificially create its mood, including such subtleties as Frank Stallone's "Moody Girl". All the new songs, including the material by the Bee Gees, are strictly elevator muzak offerings; a shortcoming further highlighted by the use of the original's "Staying Alive" as the end credits theme.

    Real problem with the picture is that many of the scenes are short and sketchy, creating a disjointed feel that prevents the viewer from becoming fully immersed in the narrative. The anaemic plot and lack of onscreen chemistry lends the film no dramatic impetus, and it just slides aimlessly from scene to scene. Now living in Manhattan, as at the end of the previous movie, Manero has no great motivation for bettering his life the same way he did in the first. There's no Bronx or oppression to escape, nowhere to run to. Manero's dream in this one is merely to star in a Broadway production of "Satan's Alley". Satan's Back Passage would be more appropriate. If this is Staying Alive then it's on a respirator machine – somebody pull the plug.

    Some of the lines aren't all that bad. After hearing second-best girlfriend Jackie (Cynthia Rhodes) saying goodnight to a male friend, Manero bemoans "It was so sweet, it was like syrup... I had a cavity just listening to it." The majority though falls between functional and cod psychology. "If you had a brain in that thick skull of yours, you'd stop worrying about trying to change other people, and start worrying about changing yourself!" Manero is told at one stage. Ultimately, the film scuppered my childish habit of using title quotes, as there really was nothing worth repeating.

    Sequels are usually by definition lacking. Audiences want to see more of the characters they loved in the first place, yet they can rarely advance in case they become unrecognisable. Very few follow-ups expand or add to their source material, and, while different, Staying Alive brings nothing new to the party. Not truly terrible, but very forgettable, and completely inessential. 4/10.
  • I don't understand why critics always scorn this film. OK, it doesn't have the magic of its predecessor "Saturday Night Fever", but it works as an "80's point of view" of the original film. The thing is that you should watch this film as a single one, not a 'sequel'. It has nothing to do with "Saturday Night Fever" but the main character Tony Manero (once again played by John Travolta) and his mother (Julie Bovasso) in a brief appearance. Fast forward from 1977 to 1983. Now Tony wants to be a Broadway star and keeps his struggle for a more mature purpose, as he himself is more mature. Manero's "moody girl" here is Laura (Finola Hughes, not so convincing), who also looks down on him. The funniest thing about "Staying Alive" is that it is directed by Sylvester Stallone! (No one remembers...) The soundtrack is one of my favorite, although it didn't received the deserved attention at the time of its release, nor did the movie itself. (I think people were afraid of another 'Bee Gees fever'). After this film, Travolta's career fell out of the spotlight only to be retaken in late 80's with "Look Who's Talking". Summarizing, in my opinion it is a very good movie, but don't expect this to be another "Saturday Night Fever".
  • Watching "Staying Alive" will do that to you. A truly perplexing movie it raises all sorts of questions like "Why was this thing made?" and "Why would Travolta do this?" I guess those were pretty lean years for Barbarino, so we should cut him some slack. Now Sylvester Stallone, he should have known better.

    "Staying Alive" is the sequel to the hit, and FAR superior movie, "Saturday Night Fever." This film is hardly a sequel people were crying out to see, and it doesn't surprise me in the least that it's a very obscure movie.

    Travolta reprises his "Fever" role, as Tony Manero, the big-haired, tight-clothes, bad-accented dancer from Brooklyn. On his own and trying to make it as a dancer, he works his hardest to become a big star. Does he make it? Well you have to watch, and let me tell you it's a riveting ride.

    Or not. "Alive" is a terribly funny movie, for all the wrong reasons. The play Tony ends up in is a particular highlight. Called "Satan's Alley," it's a man's descent into hell, full of laser lights, mist, and scantily clad women. This is the first Broadway movie I had heard of that was totally dancing, no singing, speaking, or character development. Kudos to the fact checker for the film, who had obviously seen a lot of Broadway shows. Even "Cats" was more coherent than that piece of crap.

    But the real highlight is Travolta himself. As directed by Stallone, he bears more than a passing resemblance to Rambo in almost every scene of consequence. Every single time the guy dances in the movie one of two things happen. Either A) he gets really sweaty and greasy, or B) you get tons of shot of his disgusting package. Those dance pants are WAY too tight.

    "Staying Alive" is a bizarre movie. You get the feeling Stallone and the rest of the crew thought they were making an incredible movie. It shows in every self-obsessed frame of this film; it takes itself way too seriously and ends up looking absolutely ridiculous. Recommended for fans of ridiculously poor movies.
  • I'm usually not so blunt in my evaluations of movies, but this is one of the worst I've ever seen. Emotions expressed by clenched jaws and popping eyes, broad and unbelievable plot, people interacting by heaving their chests and stalking away, choreography that makes the dancers look like swarming raptors. Tony Manero has been turned into a nasty, selfish, spoiled brat with none of the charm he exhibited in Saturday Night Fever. It's hard to ruin his terrific dancing ability, but the dance scenes are so over produced with fog machines, slo-mo camera shots and flashing lights, that the dancing is almost lost in the process. It's also all shot at the same pace. Dancers don't leap at the same pace as thy pas de bourre. The thrumming, squealing guitar music does nothing to help the dancers whose facial expressions look like they are constantly in pain. I don't blame them. This is a misconceived, over produced...I don't know what it is. Note to director: a director never runs the lighting board in the theatre. I guess that's what particularly bothers me. It's supposed to be a Broadway production and anyone who's ever been involved with a Broadway show would find this movie totally unbelievable. The whole tone of it is just nasty.
  • 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.
  • Maziun16 August 2013
    1/10
    Trash
    After the success of „Rocky 3" and „Rambo : First blood " Stallone decided to do something new – direct a music movie . It wouldn't be a directorial debut for Stallone – he has directed "Paradise alley" and "Rocky 2" before . I guess he had some kind of vision , because in the 80's movies like "Flashdance" (1983) , "Footloose" (1984) and "Dirty dancing" (1987) were very popular and blockbuster hits. "Staying alive " – Stallone's sequel to " Saturday night fever" – is unlike the movies I've mentioned before forgotten today and for a good reason. "Staying alive" is a bad movie that doesn't have any of the elements that a good music movie should have.

    The hero . "Flashdance" had sweet Jennifer Beals , "Footloose" had charismatic Kevin Bacon, "Dirty dancing" had sympathetic Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey. Travolta in "SNF" was kinda likable . Here , he's an asshole only interesting in his career and who seems to toy with women.

    The music . Irene Cara "What a feeling (Flashdance)" , Michel Sembello "Maniac" , Kenny Loggins "Footloose" , Deniece Williams "Let's hear it for the boy" , Bill Medley and Jennifer xxx "Time of my life" , Patrick Swayze "She's like the wind" , Eric Carmen "Hungry eyes"… Those are only few great pop songs that you can find in "Flashdance" , "Footloose" and "Dirty dancing". Music is the heart of music movie . If you don't have good music , you have nothing . In "SNF" we had wonderful Bee Gees songs . "Staying alive " brings us new Bee Gees songs plus a couple of songs of Frank Stallone (Sylvester's brother) and few songs of other artists . And you know what ? The music is completely forgettable . After one song ends you will completely forget about it the moment the other will start . There are no hits on this soundtrack . The Bee Gees this time instead of making catchy disco songs prepared cheesy ballads that are hard to swallow . It's surprising , but actually Frank Stallone's songs like "Far from over " and "Waking up" are the best songs on the album . Still , they really aren't anything special.

    The dance sequences . Dance in club with water and in the ballet class – "Flashdance" . Dancing in an empty fabric – "Footloose" . Dancing really hard dance with raising your partner above your head – "Dirty dancing". All those dances are impressive and really memorable . Here ? The training dance between Travolta and Cynthia Rhodes is one of the cheesiest and unintentionally laughable things I've seen. Even worse is the final Broadway show that looks like a cheap porno show in a brothel.

    The story . Well , actually the story is never a strong part of music movie. Still , the movies I've mentioned had well made love stories and every character knew what he wanted . In "Staying alive " the love triangle is unbelievable . I don't know if in the end Travolta really wanted to achieve success and what made him change his mind. His relationships in the movie are barely understandable.

    The only good scene in the movie is the one when Sylvester appears . The movie also has typical Stallone's silly and dialogue that is enjoyable. With no music , story , dance sequences and heroes audience could care for , "Staying alive" doesn't have really anything to offer and is a complete failure . I give it 1/10. Watch out for Kurtwood Smith ("Robocop") in small role of dance trainer.
  • This tepid resurrection of the Tony Manero character from 1977's discotheque drama "Saturday Night Fever" precipitated John Travolta's career slump in the 1980s; actually, aside from Travolta's return as Manero, there's very little connection between the two films--they seem like completely separate entities. Here, director Sylvester Stallone (!) turns the scenario into another variation on his "Rocky" theme (underdog-makes-good). Tony is now a struggling hoofer on the Great White Way, hoping to make his mark on the professional stage while juggling his attentions and affections between two different ladies. It's a parched, beleaguered picture relying on nostalgic good will to carry it through. The sojourn back to Tony's old neighborhood is surprisingly evocative--the only really solid part of the movie--but little else rings true. Travolta's dancing is encumbered by lousy choreography, and the finale is blazing cheese. * from ****
  • slightlymad2230 December 2015
    Continuing my plan to watch every Sly Stallone movie in order, I come to Saturday Night Fever.

    Plot In A Paragraph: In this sequel to Saturday Night Fever, former disco king Tony Manero (John Travolta) has left Brooklyn and lives in Manhattan. He stays in a cheap hotel and works as a dance instructor by day and as a waiter at a dance club on a night, 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 swear words. However, certain things have not changed, as with his most recent girlfriend, who's a dancer and also the singer of a band. He feels free to pursue other women, but gets very jealous if someone looks at her too long.

    Stallone has Travolta looking the heat he ever looked, the movie movies at a good pace and is entertaining enough, while not getting close to the first movie. Despite a critical mauling, this was one of the 1983 top ten most successful films at the box-office.

    To date this is the only movie Sly has directed, that he didn't star in. Which I think is a shame, as he is a talented director.
  • The_Core30 May 2004
    70's and 80's teen films like this one depend almost entirely on their energy and sincerity to carry the day. "Staying Alive" has neither, and it's about as boring as it gets. Shallow, empty-headed male dancer goes for shallow, empty-headed female dancer, jilting his shallow, empty-headed female dancer girlfriend. Lots of overblown ego, bad music, silly strutting and shots of scantily covered male and female body parts ensue. The love triangle plods on awhile (some scenes, like where Travolta asks his girlfriend if she'll take him back, are truly painful). Eventually (and mercifully) the film ends, and you're virtually guaranteed to be left feeling shallow and empty-headed for having sat through it. Don't you have anything better to do? Yeah, me neither. 2/10.
  • Sylvester Stallone's "Staying Alive" is one of the most misunderstood movies ever made. It is the sequel to the very popular "Saturday Night Fever". However, "Staying Alive" is often pegged as a turkey in comparison to the first film. That is very unfair.

    I wonder whether critics have anything against the film or Stallone himself. Stallone had established himself as a very capable director with "Paradise Alley" in 1978 and "Rocky II" in 1979 and "Rocky III" in 1982. But they seem unwilling to lay off Stallone and his many talents. I think he does an excellent job continuing the story of Tony Manero (played again by John Travolta).

    If you love dance, you will love this film. Stallone uses his camera extremely well to capture the nuances of dance itself. There is one very strong sequence in which Tony and his on-again, off-again girlfriend practice for a Broadway musical that takes up about 12 minutes and is just exhilarating.

    The story is also very good here. Tony is now a professional dance instructor in Manhattan who has a chance to get a part in the hottest new Broadway musical out there "Satan's Alley". Tony finds himself torn between two women and Stallone asks a lot of tough questions about relationships here that a harebrained movie wouldn't even touch.

    Travolta is again on target here as Tony Manero. A lesser actor wouldn't even touch material as tricky as this, but Travolta takes the risks and it pays off. The music (by the Bee Gees and Frank Stallone) is excellent and fulfills the same purpose music did in the original.

    "Staying Alive" probably won't ever receive the recognition it deserves. For those of you wondering, I am not being paid by Paramount to say this. My opinions CAN'T and NEVER WILL BE bought. I genuinely feel that this is an exceptional film and that it deserves better than it has received over the years.

    **** out of 4 stars
  • It's five years later and Tony Manero is still dreaming of becoming a professional dancer.He may get his big break on Broadway.He has something going on with two girls, his girlfriend Jackie and an English dancer called Laura.Staying Alive (1983) is a sequel to the disco movie classic Saturday Night Fever.It has a new director, a fellow called Sylvester Stallone.You can see him giving a cameo as Man on Street.John Travolta is just as good here as he was in the original.The girls, Cynthia Rhodes and Finola Hughes are both great.Julie Bovasso is also in this part playing Tony's mother.Steve Inwood plays the part of Jesse.Kurtwood Smith plays Choreographer.Sly's brother Frank Stallone plays Carl.Music by the Bee Gees can be heard also in this movie, as was in the first part.From the brothers Gibb we sadly lost Robin on May at 62.This sequel doesn't get too close to the original, but I don't find it a bad movie.It's still entertaining, it has some cool dance scenes.The movie looks very 80's, so if you're allergic to the 80's, you shouldn't probably watch this movie.
  • In this sequel to Saturday Night Fever, we find Tony (Travolta) struggling to make it as a dancer on Broadway. He does get his break, and now he is forced to juggle two women, one sweet and nice, the other cold, but who could make his career. It is somewhat obvious that Travolta was lacking in film roles during this period, because most people would have to be forced to do a movie like this. All the good supporting characters from the original are gone and the new ones are one-dimensional and boring. The music is laughable and the Broadway "numbers" that Travolta and Hughes perform in are pure schlock. This movie's biggest problem is that it was made too late into the 80s. The era of the first movie was over, so the story plays like an obituary. It is not awful, just boring and tiresome to watch. Stick with Saturday Night Fever, and simply pretend there is no sequel.
  • I would give Staying Alive 1 star for actual goodness, and 10 stars for being in that rare category of movie that is so awful it's great. I will say that John Travolta is good dancer and his character is actually rather well portrayed here. But the film itself: ZOMG. The dance sequences are cheesy as hell. I have almost hurt myself from laughing so hard. It's like everyone in the movie lives in a world where cruise ship shows are considered the apex of entertainment. The script is a knock off of a knock off of a knock off of 42nd Street, with obvious rip-offs of All That Jazz. The choreographer character is straight out of the book of Hollywood clichés. The love triangle is as flimsy and transparent as used Saran wrap. The songs are all ridiculously over-earnest, especially the echo-laden 'Dance Close to the Fire' sequence. But I gotta say: watching this is pure joy. Pure 'oh my god I can't believe I'm watching this' guilty pleasure joy.
  • The best thing to be said for Staying Alive is that it doesn't take itself too seriously. This is appropriate because the entire opus is a true parody of itself. It is also a wonderful time capsule of the early 80's and egos gone amok. Given his performance here, Travolta should have played the Tom Hanks role in Bonfire of the Vanities. He is much less personally pained by the total absence of a script.
  • dfw_txs14 June 2006
    I usually expect sequels to pale in comparison to the original. I have lowered expectations when watching such movies. For instance, one of my favorite movies of the 80s was Karate Kid. The Karate Kid part II, while not nearly as good, was a worthy sequel. Same thing with Rambo, First Blood Part 1 and II, Godfather part 1 and 2, etc...

    This sequel however was unwatchable. Quite frankly, there was no reason to ever make this movie. Tony Manero's life in the first one was not that interesting. What made the movie "cool" was it capitalized on the disco craze and had up and comer Vinnie Barbarino (ok John Travlota) as the lead. The success of the movie was more about the timing than anything else.

    So now its six years later and we have Tony Manero back on the big screen, dancing yet again. Problem is, dancing is no longer as cool as it was in the 70s. John Travolta is beginning a decade long downswing of his career, and quite frankly, nobody cares about the character Tony Manero. Nobody left the original Saturday Night Fever saying, "I wonder what happens to Tony Manero". Nobody cared, it was simply a movie about the music and dancing with a marginal plot squeezed in.

    The plot of Staying Alive is utterly ridiculous: Dance instructor trying to become a "dance pro", while managing dual love interests. All this culminates in a Broadway show that is unwatchable.

    It was simply a bad movie in the early 80s. Today, its almost comical to watch.

    I'll give Travlota credit though, many actors would have been exiled after such a catastrophe...he fought his way back to stardom. I have to believe when this comes on cable, he has the ability to laugh at himself.
  • mentalcritic31 December 2004
    Released in 1983, Staying Alive can be credited, along with such other stinkers as Urban Cowboy, with putting John Travolta's career in a deep coma. Punters may wonder if this effort is as abominable as Travolta's more recent failures such as Battlefield Earth. The answer to that question is simple. It is all that bad, and more. Some would say that not working at all is preferable to working in such a supreme stinker that it taints your resumé for life. Films like Staying Alive prove them to be right.

    Conceived as a sequel to the surprise disco-exploitation hit of the 1970s, namely Saturday Night Fever, Staying Alive picks up a few years later. The hero of the piece, Tony Manero, is struggling to turn his one big talent into a way of making money. As a dancer on the Broadway stage, no less. The film features so many scenes of dance rehearsals that one could almost call it an extended commercial for a ballet school, or something along those lines. The problem that Staying Alive suffers is, ironically, fairly similar to that suffered by Showgirls. Namely, once you strip away what one would consider the money shots, there just isn't a whole lot left. The story on offer here is so minimal as to be nonexistent.

    It doesn't help matters that much of the contemporary music offered in this film is bland, generic 1980s synth-guitar pop that dates the film so badly they couldn't even get the same effect by stamping "this is a product of the early 1980s" upon every frame. I appreciate that it is difficult to make a truly timeless musical, but scenes from StarShip Troopers or RoboCop do show that this is in fact very possible. Zoë Poledouris' composition in the latter has it all over the offal served up here, which in turn firmly stamps the 1980s as the decade taste forgot.

    Sylvester Stallone proves here that he is much better in front of a camera than behind it. The whole thing looks and feels like an extended Days Of Our Lives episode, from the flat cinematography to the bland scene composition. Many of the shots make it impossible to make out the dancers' motions, and there are enough jump cuts to make a viewer with memory problems feel quite disoriented. The acting is not much better. John Travolta does the best he can with a bland script, but when the characters show no difference in the final frame compared to frame one, something has definitely gone amiss. I am racking my brain trying to remember seeing any of the other actors elsewhere, and coming up with a big blank. Which is just as well - a slab of beef could emote more convincingly.

    The big ending dance number shows an incredible lack of respect for the rules of cinema, where every shot is meant to have a purpose to the overall story. These sequences quite apparently have little other purpose than to extend the length of the film, and they do not really do a very good job at that. One could cut thirty to forty minutes out of the total running length, and the film would make the same amount of sense.

    I gave Staying Alive a two out of ten. I won't even dignify it with a one, because it is literally too bad to be vaguely good. Instead, it is merely so bad, so self-indulgent, and so amateurish, that it could quite easily be labelled a career-killer. Avoid.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Although the traditional cinema musical, generally based upon a successful Broadway show, went into something of a decline in the late seventies and eighties, this period saw the rise of a new musical genre based around dance and pop music. Like "Saturday Night Fever", to which it is a sequel, "Flashdance", which also came out in 1983, "Grease", which also starred John Travolta, and "Dirty Dancing", Staying Alive is an example of this trend. The title comes from the Bee Gees song which was used as the theme song to Saturday Night Fever and is also played during the final scene here, although the name of song is always spelt as "Stayin' Alive". Doubtless that apostrophe looked a bit too slangy and colloquial for someone's liking.

    The story takes place six years after the events of "Saturday Night Fever". The hero of that film, Tony Manero, is still an aspiring dancer, although now his aspirations are focused less on the disco dance floor than on Broadway. After working as a dance instructor he wins a part in a Broadway dance show with the unpromising title of "Satan's Alley". (Think of something like "Goddess" from the film "Showgirl", but without the restraint and good taste). The plot is essentially a love-triangle in which Tony cheats on his girlfriend Jackie with the show's English leading lady Laura and then has to try and win Jackie back when Laura dumps him after a one-night stand.

    My main problems with this film are that the characters are all so damn unsympathetic and that the acting is so poor. John Travolta's boyish charm and rueful grins cannot hide the fact that his character is a cheating rat. For all her good looks and undoubted dance skills, Finola Hughes gives a woeful performance as Laura, a character who is so obviously a complete bitch that I cannot fathom why Tony ever gave her a second glance; he must have been seduced by those cut-glass English vowels. Both Travolta and Hughes earned well-deserved Razzie nominations (he for Worst Actor, she for Worst New Star). Rather surprisingly, neither won, Travolta losing to Christopher Atkins for "A Night in Heaven" and Hughes to Lou Ferrigno in "Hercules". I have never seen either of those films, but if they contain worse acting than "Staying Alive" I can't say I'm in a hurry to do so.

    Cynthia Rhodes as Jackie is, technically, not quite as deficient as Hughes in the acting department, but she makes a rather colourless heroine and never makes us understand why Jackie is so forgiving towards her faithless boyfriend. Rhodes does come to life in the dance scenes, where she shows a liveliness and charisma lacking elsewhere, but as Jackie is a lowly chorus girl she does not get as much chance to show this side to her talents as does Hughes, who plays the star of the show.

    "Staying Alive" is frequently regarded as an inferior sequel to its predecessor, a verdict from which I would not dissent, even though "Saturday Night Fever" is far from being my favourite movie. It has some energetic and well-choreographed dance sequences and those who are into eighties disco music will enjoy the songs, although I must admit that I don't really like that style of music, and certainly not the falsetto warblings of the Bee Gees, who provide much of the soundtrack. ("You can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, although the way I use my voice might give rise to some doubt on that point"). Despite its name, "Staying Alive" never stays alive for long enough to arouse much interest. 4/10
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Saturday Night Fever producer and writer Robert Stigwood and Norman Wexler dreamed of a sequel to the film pretty much since the original was released. What they came up with, Staying Alive, was a script that John Travolta disliked. It was too much of a downer and he couldn't be convinced to do the film for several years.

    Finally, after four years of this, Travolta and Stigwood met. The star had an idea. What if Tony Manero became a dancer on Broadway? And what if he was a big star? Wexler thought that it would be better if Manero ended up in the chorus and the two reached an agreement to start the film.

    Travolta had just seen Rocky III and wanted the same energy for Staying Alive. Paramount got Sylvester Stallone on board, Travolta told him his idea of the happy ending and toned down the rawness of the original film.

    What emerged was...well, whatever this movie is.

    Tony Manero was once the king of 2001 Odyssey, ruling the disco dance floor. Now, he lives in poverty and works on his dream of being in a modern dance musical. When he isn't teaching or dancing, he's a waiter that's constantly beset upon by beautiful women. Ah, the sad life of Tony Manero - constantly getting laid and dancing his heart out.

    Our hero has changed - moving away from Brooklyn has matured him somewhat and toned down the levels of profanity he used to freely toss around. But he's still horrible to women, particularly his dancer and rock singer girlfriend Jackie (Cynthia Rhodes, Tina Tech from Flashdance and Penny from Dirty Dancing; she's also in Xanadu, but let's cut her some slack). He can go after anyone, but she has to be his alone. Speaking of guys that surround Jackie, Richie Sambora and Frank Stallone play in her band.

    Tony's really into Laura (Finola Hughes, who was nominated for both the Worst New Star and Worst Supporting Actress Razzies for her role in this film; she's also in The Apple, pretty much damning her soul to bad dance movie hell for all eternity). He pursues her right into a one night stand and can't understand why that's all it ends up being. She replies, "Everyone uses everybody."

    Jackie and Tony break up just in time for the two of them - and Laura - to try out for the biggest dance musical to ever hit Broadway - Satan's Alley. They get small parts and our villain gets the lead. Look for Patrick Swayze as one of the other backup dancers.

    This leads Tony into his very own walkabout spirit quest, where he takes the 16 mile walk from Manhattan to Bay Ridge. The 2001 Odyssey is now Spectrum, a gay club, and this makes him realize how much his life has changed. He apologizes to his mother for how he was. She tells him that being so selfish is how he escaped a dead-end life. Of note, Donna Pescow was to return in the audience of Tony's Broadway show and Tony's father (Val Bisoglio) filmed scenes that were deleted. Now, the film implies that he is dead.

    Tony and Jackie get back together, with her helping him work hard and take over the vacant lead male role. While he and Laura openly hate one another, they have as much chemistry dancing vertically as they once did horizontally. Tony takes things too far on the sold out opening night and kisses her at the end of the first act; she responds by slashing at his face.

    Backstage, the director flips out on Tony and Laura tries to lure him back into bed. The second act is everything of the 1980's - fog, lasers, glitter, silver lame and probably metric tons of white flake. Our hero throws away Laura at the end and goes wild with his very own solo dance before she jumps back into his arms to a standing ovation. He reunites for good with Jackie and celebrates as only he can - by recreating the strut from the beginning of Saturday Night Fever.

    Despite being a critical failure - that's putting it mildly - Staying Alive was a commercial success. The film opened with the biggest weekend for a musical film ever with a gross of $12 million dollars, finally earning $127 million on a $22 million budget.

    I have my own theory on this film: it's a Jacob's Ladder situation.

    Some time after Saturday Night Fever, Tony died. As dance was the most important thing in his life, his limbo - the time between heaven and hell - is spent trying to get a role as a dancer. The play Satan's Alley is quite literally the place he could go to, if he makes the wrong choice. His apartment building is filled with other dead people; his life of constant temptation is the devil trying to convince him to follow him and give up on purity, just as Satan once led his brother Frank Jr. to renounce the priesthood.

    Tony's walk back to his hometown is literally a journey to the land of the dead - his mother is the one who has passed on and that's why she can now forgive him. 2001 Odyssey, once a place full of life, has now become Tony's worst fear, a loss of his masculinity. The place where his racist, gay bashing friends once called home has become their hell.

    When Tony dances on to the Broadway stage, he must choose - heaven or hell. Or, as he does, making one's own choice. He tosses Laura - the scarlet woman, the temptress - down to joyously dance and realize his full potential. He offers a hand in forgiveness to her before realizing his one true love - no, not Jackie. Himself. He struts down the street and on his way to heaven, which is embodied in the alpha and omega of Saturday Night Live and Staying Alive as that strut, down the street, to the Bee Gees.

    Sometimes, a movie is so bad that you have to invent your own mythology to get through it. This, obviously, would be one of those films. Just don't ask me to explain that Stallone cameo in the beginning.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    The problem with Staying Alive is that the foundation of it is from an era that had passed. Sure, in the early-mid 1980s, there were plenty of films about dancing: Footloose, Flashdash, Breakin', etc., etc., but Tony Manero (his attitude and dancing prowess) is a product of the mid-late 1970s disco scene…which, stylistically, by 1983 was dead. Trying to interject him into an era where dancing films were now steeped in spandex, leg warmers, ostentatious synthesizers, turn table scratching, glitzy pyrotechnics, and flamboyant "CATS"-esque outfits just seemed…well…awkward.

    While John Travolta puts on a great performance and is endlessly mesmerizing throughout the whole film, the Tony Manero character, overall, comes across very "different" than before. Though he continues to be cocky and full of himself, this time around very conspicuous dimensions of merriment, tenderness, vulnerability and patience are so interpolated into his character that it almost seemed—in a way—like not the same guy. Can someone really mellow THAT much in only six years? He comes across more like a nicer, slightly older, cousin of the original Manero. And while it's likable, sure, it's still a bit distracting and weird. Laura, the "heroine" of the film (if you can call her that), meanwhile is thoroughly obnoxious in just about every scene she's in…which is disappointing because at the beginning of the movie you expect to like her.

    The ending of the film, with Tony (after having given a triumphant performance during his Broadway revue) strutting up the street to the sounds of the Bee-Gee's "Staying Alive" is a delightful throwback to the original film, but at the same time it also immediately hearkens your mind back to SNF and brings to a head why this sequel isn't as good. If you take the film for what it is, and are able to disconnect from what you know about Saturday Night Fever, then it's worth watching…once. But if you go into watching it with SNF in your head (like most of us automatically will), then you are going to be left feeling at somewhat of a loss on how to take it.
  • Seriously. I get that some movies are so bad they're good. I get that most sequels are doomed before they start. I get that cheesy movies can be fun, but.....

    This is a straight up abomination of a movie. EVERYTHING that was bad at that time period. Every cliché. Horrific, bubblegum music with no soul, little talent and played out lyrics. Flat, pointless dialogue. Soap opera characters.

    So when I say there is no hope for you, I mean:

    1. You don't understand good cinema (even when it's bad) 2. You don't know what good music is. Including all genres. This is the worst type of hack 'music' 3. You don't get how good dialogue or performance can elevate even a horrible movie.

    Sorry to judge, but anyone giving this thing anything over 3 stars does not get movies and shouldn't be reviewing them.

    Yeah, it's all subjective, I know, but this is an exception. This is easily in the top 3 of the worst movies ever made. Nothing redeeming and actually flat out disrespectful to its predecessor.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    I'm not going to say this is the best movie ever made, but I won't deny I've seen it dozens of times, and that it's one of my all-time favorites. Part of the reason that it's become one of those movies people love to hate is that, of course, it's a sequel to a genuinely really good film, a serious movie that's not really about dancing at all, Saturday Night Fever. If you can set aside the comparison and the anger that Stallone may have "ruined" the attempt at a good sequel (please--as if SNF even had a possibility for a serious sequel!), then you can enjoy this movie on its own level, as a fun piece of sexploitation with a dance twist not at all different from that other big 80's dance movie, Flashdance.

    As such, it's fantastic. Tony Manero has made it across the bridge and now he has his sights set on a starring Broadway role. It's hard, of course, and although he's a fine dancer, he must struggle through two jobs (dance instructor and hot waiter) while trying to break into showbiz. He shares the struggle with the single most underrated 80's icon, Cynthia Rhodes (also in Flashdance and Dirty Dancing). He likes her well enough but likes Finola Hughes (Blossom, How Do I Look?) much better, echoing the struggle between okay and just great loves he had in SNF. His one-night-stand with Laura (Hughes) gets him a part in a musical called Satan's Alley (a Dante-meets-Fosse extravaganza). When the surreptitiously gay male lead turns out to be "too mechanical" to get the sparks going with sultry Laura, Tony replaces him successfully (he has "anger" and "intensity"). Tension is created by the most ordinary love triangle, and just before the final act on opening night Laura tries to deflate an exuberant Tony after he rejects her invitation to get together after the show by telling him he doesn't "have it." To prove he does, Tony spins her into a smoke cloud and performs an impromptu solo that proves to all that he indeed has "it" and then some. The movie ends with the simplest of all conclusions: yep, Tony made it!

    Sounds awful? It is! On the one hand, you can almost see the idea behind this plot, some genuine (if horribly executed) effort at continuing SNF's storyline: was Tony serious about leaving all the Brooklyn b-llsh-t behind him after he realizes the emptiness of his life that horrible night? Could he really learn to respect women, even to be a friend to one? Did he have what it takes to make it outside his small pond? On the other, apparently no one was able to provide satisfying answers to these questions. The love triangle doesn't move beyond the original; it mocks it. The Tony Manero character doesn't seem to grow at all. If anything, it's even less introspective.

    But trying to evaluate a plot in a movie like this is like trying to find profundity in an episode of Charlie's Angels. What makes this movie good is exactly what makes it bad, too. Travolta was never in better shape in his life, and he dances well. This can be either gross or riveting. I don't know if Hughes did her own dancing (seems so), but she's supple and sexy, if not as absolutely liquid as Rhodes, who is mesmerizing. Some dance sequences are great; some just awful (the strobe sequence is laugh-out-loud ridiculous). Some music is great ("Someone Belonging to Someone" by the Bee Gees); some pap ("Never Gonna Give You Up"). The fact that the plot and the dialogue are skimpy is actually a blessing. Do you really want to hear these people talking? No. The music does the talking, when it's good.

    Here's what I propose: I propose that, if this had been a stand-alone film, if the plot were just background and SNF had never been made, this movie would be as beloved as Flashdance or Footloose or Dirty Dancing or any of those. Some people don't like these either, but that's okay because nobody likes them.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    So many people trash this film. But this is a very worthy sequel. It's 6 years after the events of Saturday Night Fever. The disco era is over and Tony Manero has been forced as we all are to grow up. He has moved to Manhattan (as he said at the end of Saturday Night Fever) found direction for his life. In Saturday Night Fever he was a young man ruled by hormones, without direction (primarily because he could not see beyond the poverty and saw no future), hopeless, and treated women horrible. In Staying Alive he's a much more mature person who has grown up he's found that he can give dance lessons for a living and he has learn to dance with his dream of being on Broadway. Tony still struggles with commitment and how he treats women. He still has the smart mouth attitude and students still Tony. But by the end of the movie it's obvious he's found out what true commitment means and how it made him a better person. I love the romance and change we see in Tony throughout the movie. Plus I think it's refreshing that we get to see that Tony Manero has a future and it leaves us with knowing that he made something up himself and his dancing. It's truly a very positive film. While its not a blockbuster and never will be anything like Saturday Night Live or Urban Cowboy, its a good movie as a follow up to Saturday Night Live because really where else could you go with that movie except to see him as a grown up 6 years later. By the end of Staying Alive Tony has realized his dream of dancing in a Broadway show, learn what true love and commitment means, makes amends with his guilt over how he treated his family and his mother in the past, and he's found his place in the world. And you get to see what what a fantastic dancer that Tony Manero (aka John Travolta) really is. It was a great choice to use Bee Gees music to tie the movie to Saturday Night Fever. If you watch this movie remembering that it is 6 years later and is about where Tony and the world is now and you live dancing and a great back story including an adult romance you will enjoy this movie but just don't think it's going to be like Saturday Night Fever. I love that they included his mother in this movie it was a small but very important scene. Also her reaction when she sees him dance on Broadway and says, "Where did he learn to do this stuff?".
  • It's not without a bit of irony that the Broadway production in this movie is described as, "a journey through Hell." Certainly many members of the audience had a profound sense of such a journey merely by watching this film.

    Has any actor in recent memory had more distinct highs and lows than John Travolta? Compare Saturday Night Fever, Urban Cowboy, Grease and Pulp Fiction with Perfect, Battlefield Earth, Moment by Moment and Two of a Kind. Staying Alive definitely belongs in the latter group. It really does a disservice to the original film.

    SNF was a great story of a young, dead-end kid escaping not only his surroundings, but also his restrictive attitudes. By the end of that film, Tony was a dramatically different person. It's a shame to think that this is where he ended up.

    There is no real catharsis in Staying Alive. Tony is an unsympathetic prick throughout the film and actually gets REWARDED for such behavior by becoming the toast of Broadway. OK, he does start acting a bit more human to Cynthia Rhodes' character, but only because he got smacked down by Finola Hughes. He's still very self-centered and completely without redemption. Honestly, he's like a refined version of the original disco punk Tony Manero rather than the maturing adult we saw at the end of Saturday Night Fever.

    Where are all of the important characters from the original film, particularly Stephanie? There's an obligatory shot of the 2001 Odyssey disco and a quick visit to the old house, but this film mostly discards the original movie in lieu of a slick 80s cheeseball full of Flashdance inspired images and a Rambo-ish makeover for Travolta. To Stallone, subtlety is a dirty word.

    Speaking of Stallone, he needs to stay away from directing, particularly anything that deals with tender emotion. There are some outright flubs that made it into the final cut, including one where Travolta and Hughes are walking up a set of stairs before hailing a carriage. It is so obvious that they were standing on a mark prior to the scene, making it look stilted and fake, just like the rest of the movie.

    The only good performance is from Cynthia Rhodes who does a wonderful job as Manero's oft-jilted girlfriend. There's a scene where Tony is trying to patch up their relationship and a single tear falls from Rhodes' eye. It's a brilliant moment in a crap film.

    Oh, and look for Kurtwood Smith during the opening credits as the director of the show for which Tony's auditioning. It's kind of cool to see him in an early bit part.
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