Rent The Last Days of Disco (1998)

Last (W)rites - The Last Days of Disco review by griggs

Watching this straight after Saturday Night Fever was a mistake of my own making — like expecting a strobe light and getting a reading lamp instead.

I should have realised that this is just Metropolitan with a disco ball hanging over it. The clubs may be louder, but the characters still talk like they’re trapped at the same Manhattan dinner party — the dialogue so stilted it’s hard to take any of them seriously. Amusing for about ten minutes, then numbing.

I kept waiting for something messier to break through — some hint of hunger, vanity, bad decisions, actual sweat. It never arrives. Finely shot, but the writing is too in love with its own archness to land anywhere that matters.

Not quite a disaster. More a film that grooves along at half-pace before the lights come up, and you realise you’ve barely moved from your spot — and neither has it.