From here, it seems that the most recent decade when folks looked really sharp was the '50s. Nice haircuts, good posture, a coolly casual clothes sense. Every decade since, as shown in the current glut of reflective movies, looks tacky, toadish, its own parody.
That's certainly the case with the late-'70s metropolitan New York division, in Mark Christopher's 54. We are yanked back to Studio 54, the trash-glam Manhattan disco where, for a few years, simply everyone who did anyone was desperate to be seen. They had a blast at this all-night carnival of drugs, booze, sex, and a lot...
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