COLD FEVER: I would just like to warn you that Saturday Night Fever is one of the most depressing movies I’ve seen in a while.

No, really: At first you think you’re just watching the story of a working-class shlub who has a bickering family and doesn’t treat his girl very well. Kitchen-sink, sure, but not kitchen-Titanic.

What’s interesting is that things start to barrel downhill right after Tony Manero’s brother quits the priesthood. The family is devastated; everyone around ex-Father Manero still treats him like “the priest/he’s the doctor/he can handle the shocks”; the disco becomes his confessional, and therefore his purgatory. After that it’s just kind of a domino rally of abortion, race war, suicide, and other forms of despair.

Who won the sexual revolution?