12 Movie Sequels That Prove You Should Never Go Back

What It Billed As

The more glamorous, less discoey sequel to the iconic, beloved Saturday Night Fever, in which Tony has followed through on his plans to make a new life, by oiling up his pecs and trying to make it in the cut-throat world of Broadway dancing. The weirdest part is it was written and directed by Sylvester Stallone.

What It Actually Was

Absolutely the opposite of what Saturday Night Fever was. It was like Sly had never seen the original and just wanted to make a fabulous movie about 1980s chorus line dancers with glossy, super-camp dance sequences. Unfortunately, he couldn't find space in the movie for any of the spirit, grit, attitude or complexity of the original.

Instead of the irresistible idea of Tony losing himself to the music at the weekend to escape the monotony of his existence, he was thrust into a Fame like world. He was no longer king of the club, he was just another schmoe trying to make it, cavorting around in little pants and ridiculous foot and headwear.

It is a cringe-fest where SNF was cool, and while it has some merit in the So Bad It's Good stakes, there's absolutely no reason why Travolta had to be playing the same character, or why this had to be presented as a sequel, bar cheap financial pull.