From the category of "What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks was I thinking?" we have this: Saturday Night Fever, rated R, is not a family movie. The soundtrack may the best selling album of all time with the best darn disco music ever, but the movie did not instill the warm fuzzies that I remember from my youth. Instead, I exposed my 7yo to endless swearing, sex, sexism, racism, drugs, death, rape, gangs, misogyny, polyester, and some might argue disco music. I had this image in my head when I rented the movie from the library that there was more dancing and less "plot." Anyway, too lazy to get off the sofa and watch it on my laptop in another location, I let my 7yo watch some of it and did a lot of distracting conversation and fast forwarding when the inappropriate scenes came on. Not a mother of the year moment for me. He did laugh at the scene in the beginning when the family is sitting around the dinner table yelling at each other and slapping each other on the head back and forth, as if he could relate. I hope I didn't do too much damage. Darn that Tony Manero and his sexy dancing. Good news for all you disco fans: I just discovered there is a PG version, and there's also a follow up from 1983 called Staying Alive, rated PG-13.
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