Urban Cowboy

An engaging romance about the emotional complexities of a rather nasty society which has a lot in common with our own.

At no time is Urban Cowboy especially well-directed.

As in Saturday Night Fever and Grease, [Travolta] plays a blustery, not-too-bright, young man with an electric personality that is fascinating to watch.

Glenn's Wes is the only intriguing one. He's the only real cowboy in a film that's in no way capable of handling him.

It's too diluted.

There's no denying that this film ends up as a counterfeit endorsement of the so-called simpler so-called values.

In short, the fact that all three central characters are fallible is unique as it makes the characters less archetypes and more human.

Travolta is fine, but Winger and Glenn are the ones who truly add fire to the film.

Just how his camera lingers on Travolta gives new meaning to the notion of the gay gaze...

Winger... shines, stealing every scene she is in. She overshadows Travolta, which is usually extremely difficult to do.