The director's cut of 54 is a remarkable artefact that tells us as much about the 1990s as it does the 1970s.

A more critical and resonant Hollywood movie about the glorious disco culture screams to be made.

Myers exploits every vicious, self-hating line that comes his way.

...a somewhat misguided piece of work that’s rarely, if ever, as propulsive or stylish as its subject matter might’ve indicated...