Our villa habitant, is leaving. He sets sail to the great winds and vegimite that is Australia. While packing up, he takes pity on us poor, farmer folk and brings great gifts loaded with one hour thirty of unstoppable pleasure. That’s right “the other dance movie starring John Travolta.”.
I’ve seen Staying Alive. I’ve seen Saturday Night Fever. But to complete my Travolta Trifecta TM, I need to view and smile at Perfect.
Now if only I can secure one of them reely-to-reely numbers they do in the Eighties. I need to see this flick for I fall needy and weird. Jamie Lee Curtis, people. This could be grave.