surprisingly trashy artifact

Rating: 3/10 (17 January 2008)

The moment is firmly over for this, but I'm not a joiner, so I'm just getting around to it. I guess I'll get to Rocky this week too.
This is much more grotesque than I imagined it would be. Watching insecure, self-involved, low-class Brooklyn Italians is about as appealing as it sounds. The slim plot stops completely for the dance numbers just like a musical. The idiot who grows up (a little) storyline just doesn't hold much interest. Every aspect of this study of 70s meathead priorities is grotesque; unsubtle stereotypes, travolta in a speedo, hideous chicks, fried hair, terrible dancing, people who couldn't find a beat if you were pounding them with a hammer.
This is like junior Scorcese. This is the culture that needs to be saved from gay marriage? I still know meatheads who get on the dance floor and make the pointy move from this. Somebody needs to strangle them.