Like many girls of my generation, I grew up on a steady diet of GREASE. In fact, I'm pretty sure that this movie lived in the family VCR for the entirety of 1987. I memorized the lyrics to every song and became an expert at the hand jive, but more importantly, I learned about the wonderful world of High School. I couldn't wait to be a senior, when I would magically look like Olivia Newton-John (no one told me she was actually 30, not 18), stay up late at slumber parties drinking «dessert wine» then ride off into the sunset in a flying car. I should also mention that my copy of the movie was taped from television with the more risque scenes edited out, so I had no clue that high school also meant pussy wagons and teenage pregnancy. Obviously, I was in for a rude awakening on many, many levels.
But that idyllic nostalgia that so grossly misinformed me is the same reason why GREASE continues to live on in the hearts of moviegoers everywhere. This film adaptation of the 1971 musical is a pure dose of happy, a celebration of youth the way we prefer to remember it. It's got the school dance to end all school dances, the school carnival to end all school carnivals, the teen romance to end all teen romances.
And then there's the incredibly catchy soundtrack, jubilantly executed by Olivia Newton-John, John Travolta and the stellar cast. It's impossible not to sing along with this movie, which is why we're screening the film with all of the lyrics subtitled. (Like anyone doesn't know them word for word, but still.) As you sing about the risks of being a beauty school dropout or, oh, those summer nights, you'll also have props themed to the show so you get the full interactive experience.
Call up your Pink Ladies and T-Birds and join us at Rydell High, where we'll cheer on Greased Lightening, swoon over Sandy and Danny and sing ourselves silly. Because when it comes to fun, we're racing for pinks. (Sarah Pitre)