director Randal Kleiser
We’ve all seen Grease, right? The great musical reflection on the 1950’s through a pronounced 1970’s cum disco lens. Well, now Felix and Clara can say the same.
Clara asked to see it after seeing a friend in a school production of the play. The irony of how much frank sex talk runs throughout the film and even the songs makes me imagine that a middle school production of the material must have been up for some editing. I know first hand how much of that stuff will go over a kid’s head. It certainly went over mine in 1978.
I don’t know what I thought the lyrics were but I certainly didn’t hear things like the “Greased Lightnin'” automobile being a “real pussywagon.”
One key thing that I never experienced before this time was appreciating Stockard Channings’ charms. I mean, she belts the tunes out great, but I think that of all the overaged teenagers in the movie, she was the most long past her youth. She’s great, of course, but she’s really quite attractive, too. Though I was always quite into Didi Conn back in the day.
For as tired of the movie as I wound up becoming over the years, I have to say that it’s still massively entertaining. John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John were probably never better, united forever here, in the timelessness of cinema. It’s really pretty funny throughout. And the songs…I guess I have to admit, I really like the songs, too.
The kids liked it too. Felix quite begrudgingly, “It’s a musical!?” I felt like saying something like, “Yeah, it was the Frozen (2013) of its day.”