So this may be the most controversial thing I ever write, but fuck it: Grease 2 is better than the original Grease. There I said it, now what? . Now I realize both movies are dumb, hell musicals are dumb, but sometimes you find a little something that hits home and pulls you in with it's magic. What got me about Grease 2 was the magic of casting. Somehow they were able to find two leads for a musical who cannot sing. Amazing. The lack of singing ability isn't limited to the leads, oh no, there are many other guilty party's. Most of the Pink Ladies and T-Bird's seem to be tone deaf. Of course I don't include the great Adrian Zmed with this bunch of ham and eggers. Zmed's got the goods (see T.J. Hooker for fuck's sake). I caught this movie on cable, the summer between third and fourth grade, so obviously I was an idiot. For whatever reason this celluloid parasite burrowed into my brain and nothing I do can shake it. I might be this movie's number one fan. I guess I can never claim to be one hundred percent hetro, but I guess that's okay. My enthusiasm for Grease 2 has made me a pariah to many. They may be right, but I don't care, I want to bowl, have a rock-a-hula lua, be a cool rider and do it for my country, dammit! I happily admit that I own the movie and soundtrack. So where does that leave us? Well I'm sure good reader you've lost any respect you might have had for my brilliant opinions. All I can say is we all have our guilty pleasures and this is definitely one of mine. If you keep reading in the coming weeks, there are sure to be more. I think you owe it to yourself to take a look at Grease 2, and try to see it through the eyes of a nine year old boy. Metaphorically speaking of course, don't cut any kids eyes out.
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