![]() Some Mafia movies are cinematic masterpieces.īut the Bay Ridge disco world depicted in “Saturday Night Fever,” which celebrates its 40th anniversary this month, is entirely fake. Movies about Mafia gangsters, which some Italian-Americans grumble about, rarely bother me. I admit that I love the pulse-pounding opening sequence where John Travolta prances under the 86th Street tracks in Bensonhurst to the beat of the Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive.” Who doesn’t? But the next 116 minutes make my blood boil. Sure, it’s “iconic” - but that debased term is now used for every pizza joint that closed because of a rent hike. It’s the only Hollywood movie that offends me as an Italian-American. ![]() I’ve hated “Saturday Night Fever” since the first time I saw it in 1977. Harlem City Council member Kristin Jordan Richardson silent over $700M project One45 Hey, Bret Easton Ellis: You don't have the right to complain about NYC The real fix for NYC affordable housing is new elected officials Mount Sinai merger bid to free up prized East Village land hits snag Sacre Boulud! Famed chef to bring back beloved cafe on Upper East Side
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