Synopsis: John Travolta portrays a dumb, abusive jerk who enjoys dancing, can’t hold a job and spends his time honing a useless talent…oh wait, that’s the synopsis for Saturday Night Fever!
Blurb From the VHS Jacket: “John Travolta is the Urban Cowboy, breakin’ hearts and bustin’ mechanical bulls in one of his most electrifying film roles.”
What Did I Learn?: It’s not a great idea to start the morning with several beers if your job involves climbing ladders.
You Might Like This Movie If: You think Italian-Americans from back East make the world’s best cowboys. [Warning: this is awful]
Really?: See What Did I Learn? 2) Seriously… Bud loses his shit and actually physically attacks Sissy (Debra Winger) because she’s better than him at riding a mechanical bull?
Rating: Urban Cowboy is an incredibly dull, pointless and distasteful movie – so much so that I couldn’t bring myself to watch the whole thing. The storyline is largely a rehash of Saturday Night Fever (or at least highly derivative of that superior film), the talented Scott Glenn plays a cartoonish villain, and the script gives us very few reasons to give a flying crap about either Bud or Sissy for the simple reason that Bud/Travolta is drunk and completely unlikeable, and she isn’t much better. If you enjoy country music (I’m not really a fan, but I appreciate a few songs) you’ll dig the soundtrack, but I cannot recommend this movie. 3/10 stars.
Would It Work For a Bad Movie Night?: Take a drink every time Travolta screams: “pick that shit up!” or “get me a beer!”