Mjeteconer Just perfect...

Phonearl Good start, but then it gets ruined

Grimossfer Clever and entertaining enough to recommend even to members of the 1%

Cassandra Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

paul2001sw-1 For a hit movie, 'Saturday Night Fever' is a surprisingly bleak and serious film; but not quite as dark as 'Tony Manero', a Chilean movie about a criminal whose life dream is to emulate the character played by John Travolta in the earlier film. Both the anti-hero, and the society he lives in (it's the Chile of Augusto Pinochet) are pretty rotten, and the film cuts neither any slack. Indeed, behind the black comedy, this is a portrait of a civilisation on the brink of collapse through a loss of respect for basic human dignity: the fake Manero desperately seeks dignity for himself in his act, but shows no respect for anyone else's. It's compelling, convincing, and yet, as a story, ever so slightly pointless: 'Satruday Night Fever' had its own redemption narrative, and while one can mock this as Hollywood softening, without any such story a film can seem slightly devoid of direction: it's hard to even imagine what a happy ending would have been for 'Tony Manero', so hopeless is the initial premise. It's still a good film; and fundamentally a political one, even though the politics is all implicit.

mrodent33 Hollywood at its best has very occasionally made films of this subtlety and power, so have the French. The reviews here have picked up on some of the symbolism, but not enough: Raul *is* Chile, yes, but Travolta and Saturday Night Fever also symbolise the trashier American values for which Pinochet's Chile murdered democracy in 1973. The symbolism in this film is staring you in the face, and yet at the same time it is not annoying or even obvious! In the tradition of such films of subtlety, the actual physical presence of the regime is very marginal, barely hinted at with one scene with a couple of brutal plain-clothes cops. And in fact the film, oddly, does work perfectly well as a story of an obsessive, murderous maniac. The lead actor has a compelling screen presence, far superior and more convincing, to my way of thinking, than the mannered nonsense of an Al Pacino, for example. Another powerful offering from recent South American cinema, which like so many of these recent films, works on the slow-burn principle, and does it with great artistry.

johnnyboyz If the name Tony Manero means anything to anyone at all, then it will be because of a rather famous breakthrough role on behalf of a certain American actor named John Travolta, whose performance as said character in 1977's Saturday Night Fever saw him propelled into the acting limelight as this fascinating negotiator of the dance floor and charismatic presence when dialogue and exchange was required. With the release of this, a hard boiled Chilean drama directed by a certain Pablo Larraín and arriving with it the title of Tony Manero, the name threatens to take on a new found sense of identity or initial 'link' with audiences; much like the musical number "Singing in the Rain" may have done with some once Kubrick got his hands on it. Very few films that I can recall have had the ability to have you symptomatically tapping your feet at a catchy tune accompanying the somewhat elated feeling brought about by the grace of an on screen dance performance, whilst forcing you to watch proceedings through the spindly cracks that formulate out of having all of your fingers pressed together due to not really being able to watch. This Chilean film about idolisation and the impact of Western culture on foreign lands is one of them; a fascinating, a positively nihilist, take on the daring to dream whilst under a proverbial strain and is a shattering experience.For the most part, the film plays out like this really stripped down; really rather grotty look at poor Chileans living under the tyranny of the then Pinochet-led government of the early 1980s, that just so happens to encompass a bi-polar man who's on the cusp of psychopathy and has an obsession for Travolta's aforementioned character. At the core of it is lead Raúl Peralta (Castro); a man operating within certain circles encompassing family members and contacts down at the oft-frequented local dancing club, but a man with a dangerous obsession of both the titular character of years gone by and the film from whence he comes. Peralta cuts a worn, ominous figure; a man with the mannerisms and understated sense of both threat and anger to that of Travis Bickle, an accent with a chiselled complexion plus general sense of menace to that of Pacino's Scarface anti-hero lead Tony Montana. A peek into his mind reveals the uncontrollable desire to lash out at those unsuspecting and vulnerable, the beating to death of an elderly woman, whose company he briefly shares whilst in her home, giving way to an unfathomable sense of anguish seeing him eventually take measures to make sure that her now orphaned pet cat will not remain alone and therefore starve.Peralta's dream is to dance professionally, this unfriendly; sleazy; whore dwelling lowlife whom, at one point, loots the body of a dead man because it benefits him, desires to branch off and find success within a practice often attributed with characteristics of prouesse, elegance and splendor. Thinking he's ready for the challenge, we observe him in the opening scenes attend a televised dance competition at a studio which sees him not only turn up on the incorrect date alluding to more dangerous issues there, but completely go against rules and regulation that are established upon his arrival by heading on in and snooping around anyway, thus paying sly hint to his inability to see things any other which way but normally.Peralta's sometimes ventures to the cinema, a local picture house showing that of John Badham's then relatively recent Saturday Night Fever to sparse audiences complete with subtitles. He breezes into the various showings at whatever time he wishes; usually just in time to catch one of the many disco-set scenes thus creating the illusion of actually walking into a disco proper ready to strut one's moves thus nicely syncing up with that of the on screen characters. A scholar of the film, Peralta is able to quote large chunks of dialogue in a stone faced and mechanical fashion; sitting there acting out the passages of play filling in for Travolta's dialogue and getting caught up in a film all about the distinction between characters both inside and outside of the dance hall, much in the same way Tony Manero goes on to explore its own lead's predicament both within his fantasy of wanting to dance and playing Travolta's part, as well as that of his true to life surroundings.The film pays homage to that notion of Travolta's very specific character from that very specific 1977 film being such a mover and such the focal point he was; Manero was a man at the centre of everybody's diegetic attention, an attention which matched up with that of the audience's, somebody whom the camera went out of its way to embrace or to incorporate whilst they danced to imbue proceedings with a sense of objectification. Peralta's gradual obsession with Manero might be read into as being born out of this, his utilisation of dance as a means of escaping the dishevelled living conditions he inhabits going in perfect tandem with that of Manero's own use of the dance hall as a place he can become somebody else; the injustice which later befalls him an injustice essentially something born out of the lack of democratic procedure in regards to voting, something reflective in the real Chile where politics and freedom and such do not link up so easily. The film's chugs through to a disturbing final shot, a composition hinting at Peralta's now newfound sense of coming to terms with the nature of his world of escape merely an extension of the unfair reality he sought to get away from; on the other hand, a shot alluding as much to a man already beneath the line of sanity so much so that he really doesn't care either way. Larraín's hard hitting drama makes for fantastic watching; the results of which are some morbid, gripping viewing.

Nick Selwood Well he might be trying to look like 70s John Travolta (he doesn't!) but he does look just like Al Pacino circa Heat! This film did keep me watching, Ill give it that. But its ultimately disappointing - especially the end where it seems they run out of money/ideas/script! I think there is a very good film trying to get out here - maybe if it had been more about the actual times (Pinochet etc) rather than one man's fixation on Saturday Night Fever, it could have been better? I didn't understand why being obsessed by Saturday Night Fever turns you into a killer and a freak either...its not that bad!There were some rather nasty undercurrent themes in this too - its most definitely an 18. To sum up - its interesting but not worthy of a re-watch. I think it could have been a lot better had the script been different. I didn't understand the need for all the unsavoury bits (not just the two? murders) - just not needed and difficult to watch.