Let’s be real: disco has gotten a bad rap. Sure, the songs are long and the structure is nearly always the same, but even the weakest of the eras hits could always guarantee a decent rhythm to groove to. Enter The Last Days of Disco, Whit Stillman’s snarky deconstruction of yuppie culture in NYC during the “very early 1980s”, a movie that largely busies itself with making total fools out of its hilariously insufferable protagonists while quietly (perhaps inadvertently?) proving that disco deserves another day in the sun. Clattering with club bangers from Sister Sledge, Diana Ross and Cheryl Lynn and buffered by smooth soul from Brenton Wood and the O’Jays, The Last Days of Disco is never more than two minutes from breaking into song. —Aubrey Page