For this year’s Valentine’s Day movie review, I was
thinking of reviewing another musical, but this time, one that I am not a fan
of at all. The 1978 musical, “Grease.”
From the looks of it, time hasn’t changed the class of
Rydell High. They still look like they’re 30. Jeffrey Westhoff said in his
review, “Or maybe teenagers in the '50s really had crows feet and receding
hairlines.”
One thing people can note is that John Travolta adds
depth to cool guy Danny Zuko. Watch the look he gives with Stockard Channing’s
Rizzo after she shows Sandy, played by the late Olivia Newton-John, at the
bonfire. Channing’s talents have been more obvious in other films, particularly
“Six Degrees of Separation.” Her acting in this film is as good as Travolta’s,
but her singing isn’t. Rizzo’s main song, There are Worse Things I Could
Do, should be a huge hit, but isn’t. One happy surprise is to find the
funny ability of Eve Arden, who plays Principal McGee.
She says the terrible line, “If you can’t be an athlete,
be an athletic supporter,” and turns it into one of the film’s funniest lines.
Westhoff said, “Others may be able to dismiss "Grease" as bubble gum
entertainment, but I can't get past the "conform at all costs" moral.”
Sandy sells out her own identity to keep the boyfriend, a boyfriend who has
spent the film hiding her from his friends. No matter how playful the music, the
terrible message remains of changing your identity for the one you’re in a relationship
with.
I know that a lot of people love this movie, but I
first saw a little bit of it when I was in seventh or eighth grade. I never
bothered to go back and watch it until years later, and I didn’t like how peppy
the girls were, the going back and forth of the relationship between Danny and
Sandy, and half of the songs I didn’t like. Originally, Henry Winkler was
supposed to be cast as Danny, but he didn’t want to be typecast, especially
since he played the same character in “Happy Days,” so we got Travolta instead.
Still, I don’t think that would have saved the movie from being just average.
Surprisingly, this film was such a hit that they had
planned three or four sequels and a television show. What we got, was the 1982
atrocious sequel, which is one of the worst ever made, “Grease 2.”
Felix Vasquez started his review by admitting, “When I
was a kid one of my favorite movies on constant rotation was “Grease.” It’s
still one of the most entertaining movies I’ve ever seen, and downright
spectacular adaptation of one of the most interesting stage musicals ever
introduced to audiences. Upon discovering there was a “Grease 2,” I was
ecstatic. Another chapter to one of the most bad @$$ movies ever made? It’s too
good to be true. It was during the middle of the opening number to “Grease 2”
that my excitement dropped down to an immediate disappointment and I struggled
through what is easily one of the cheapest and worst sequels ever devised.”
It was tough to follow “Grease,” but they could have
at least tried. Everything about “Grease 2” is cheap. The title lacks
imagination, the performances are downright forgettable, and (besides the
school faculty: Arden as McGee (this was her final role), Sid Caesar as Coach
Calhoun, Dody Goodman as Secretary Hodel, Dennis Stewart as the leader of the
Cycle Lords, and Dick Patterson) the only characters who return are Didi Conn
as Frenchy and Eddie Deezen as Eugene. Some continuity, and it’s made clear in the
first film that Frenchy had to repeat her senior year because she dropped out
of beauty school, but the sequel takes place two years after the first film.
What happened to Frenchy, did she fail three times or did she just decide to go
back to school when she turned 20? As I already mentioned, Stewart is back as
Leo, but it becomes weak when you see he’s a biker who looks like he’s in his 20s
trying to beat up a group of 14-year-olds.
“Grease 2” lacks everything that made the original
film iconic. Everything about it spells the 80s, despite the film supposedly set
in the late fifties to early sixties. What doesn’t help is that every song is either
very forgettable or memorable for being very bad. Vasquez said, “I honestly
can’t remember a single song in the film save for “Cool Rider.” Granted, Michelle
Pfeiffer is immensely beautiful, but a singer she is not. She makes Stockard
Channing seem like Whitney Houston. I can only imagine Pfeiffer’s children
singing “Cool Rider” to annoy the ever loving crud out of the actress whose
admitted embarrassment for this role in the past.”
The writers make the sequel as a smart flip of the coin
and in actuality, it’s just horrid. This time, there’s a very proper British
student named Michael, played by Maxwell Caulfield, who falls in love with
Pfeiffer’s (in her film debut) character Stephanie who is a rowdy leader of the
Pink Ladies. Much like Sandy did to win over Danny, Michael begins changing
himself to win over Stephanie. And besides a sudden change of clothing, he
takes the entire film to make himself over for Stephanie. Vasquez described, “He
does this by purchasing a motorcycle and learning how to ride it like Evil
Knievel, and becoming a masked bike rider who appears to help the Pink Ladies
and T Birds in their ongoing feud with a local biker gang who begins terrorizing
them.”
Result: Stephanie begins to fall in love with the
masked rider. See the change in the formula? Vasquez said, “It’s so trite, it’s
nauseating. There’s also the sad fact that Maxwell Caulfield and Michelle
Pfeiffer not only have zero chemistry, but also fail to muster up the charisma
that Travolta and Newton-John had with one another. The supporting cast also
fails to register as remotely memorable, as they play nothing but background
players for sub-plots that go nowhere, and a finale that never quite matches
the big number in the school carnival.” As a sequel to “Grease,” it’s terrible,
and as a musical on its terms, it’s completely abysmal. “Grease 2” is a failure
on every level and is one of those tacky memories that is fondly looked back on
while laughing because, like “Staying Alive,” it’s just so horrendous it couldn’t
possibly have existed.
I think everyone can guess this film is one of the
worst sequels ever. It was the same story except the plot was slightly altered
and the roles were switched. How could anyone have liked this sequel? Patricia
Birch, the original film’s choreographer, directed the sequel. I bet she must
feel ashamed. Just do yourself a favor and avoid this sequel, especially if you
loved the first film. This film will just make you feel dirty when you see it.
Apparently, there was going to be a second sequel and
Olivia Newton-John had confirmed but she sadly passed away almost two years
ago. In 2019, a prequel was announced, and I know they made a live television
special on Fox, and a show that appeared on Paramount+ last year, but that got canceled
and withdrawn from public availability. Who knows if they will ever try to resurrect
this again, but we’ll see. I know there is a huge fanbase, but I am not a part
of it, sorry to say.
I want to apologize for the late posting as I fell
asleep when I came back from work and had some stuff to do before I wrote this
up. Now that I have, stay tuned Friday for the next review in “Black History
Movie Reviews.”