I have been telling the Wife, and any one else willing to listen, this for years now. (Although, it is going to take a lot of convincing for me to believe that Saturday Night Fever is some kind of Feminist Manifesto.)
Plus, there is just a magical personal numerology thing for me at work. My key numbers are 68 (the year I was born), 77 (a year I associate as the last truly great year, for reasons I will discuss in a moment), and 9 (John Lennon, Mike Modano, and, sure enough, my age in 1977.)
I could be completely wrong, but I see 1977 as an absolutely exquisite wonderful year for our culture, and as also a sort of anti 1968, one of the most tumultuous years for Western Culture in the Twentieth Century. Women were riding as high as they ever had before, Gays were enjoying a massive liberation party, and African Americans were dominating the music charts. (Beware: Those were some massive generalizations I just down laid down there. But, we are talking about my rosy colored feelings and impressions.) On top of all that, in 1977 you also had the greatest Situationist art project in history, the Sex Pistols, careening and wrecking their way through America's Deep South, offering their own personal critique of Western Capitalism at the same time.
Of course, the party has always got to end, and this one ended horribly. Reagan aligns himself with the new South based GOP base, and the Moral Majority, and gets elected. One month later John Lennon is murdered in front of his wife, in front of his own home. The official new GOP's War on Women™ gets instituted and trademarked, and soon after that we start hearing this thing about the new Gay Cancer. In a lot of ways, I was born at a really bad time. Nothing I can do about that, right?
Anyhoo, I am v excited about the film. At the v least it might spark some insightful conversations and arguments, yes?
Everybody have a fantastic disco Friday!