Thank God It's Friday Movie Review

As Oscar-winning films go, Thank God It's Friday is pretty much at the nadir. It's a quickie flick meant to take advantage of the disco fever of the late 1970s, and given that the entire film takes place inside a discotheque (or en route to one), it does exactly that.

The film pays much more attention to the music (The Commodores headline, Donna Summer croons "Last Dance," which is where the Oscar understandably landed for this film, than it does to characters or story. Well, there really is no story, just a bunch of scenes of people at the club for various reasons. Two underage girls want to compete in a dance competition there. A driver has The Commodores' instruments and needs to get to the show. A white-bread couple celebrates their fifth anniversary (despite club owner Jeff Goldblum hitting on the wife). Stop me if you can fill in the rest.

Well, of course you can. Thank God It's Friday gets tiresome before its first half hour is up, and fortunately there are only 48 more minutes to go at that point. There's little else worth outlining or mentioning at all in this movie, but you're encouraged to check out American Graffiti or any number of other "night in the life" movies if you're inclined to hear this story told the right way.