October 23-27 (19:30)
I love disco me, its well funky, & in the timeless masterpiece that is the 1977 film, Saturday Night Fever, the music & the moves find a cosmic synchronicity. Forty years later it has hit the stage under Bill Kenwright’s umbrella, & we’re winning before we even sit down. I mean, I watch’d La La Land for the first time a couple of days ago, & found the songs quite insipid really, but SNF gets down to the grooves of the Bee Gees at their peak, whose beat-defining soundtrack album is the second biggest seller of all time after Whitney Houston’s Bodyguard.
In the film, America’s biggest secret at the time, the smooth-struttin’ 22-year-old John Travolta, was magnificent, a bar set very high indeed. Luckily for us, the stage representation’s Tony Manero is Richard Winsor; a class act of accent, acting & slightly synthetic but passionately accurate dancing. This was done on a disco floor, which was angled into the aesthetic by a large mirror at the heart of the set. The scene changes were astounding, & the way the action moved about them stunning, & I really loved the bite-size snippets of plot which echoed the movie & kept things trucking.
About Winsor buzzed a great supporting cast, ballooning through a Brooklyn-youth vibe which mixes West End Story & Grease. Above them a band play’d the songs live, which were sang by a Bee Gees tribute group at the very summit of the set. This glossy musical is a pure wonder, pulsing with witty one-liners & sweetening sub-plots, & with a seminal soundtrack, sensational sets, pin-perfect performances & dedicated dancing, Saturday Night Fever is a cut above the rest.