I can still vaguely remember going to see the cinematic rendition of said musical when I was but an Invercargillite pup: it must have been 1979 and it was a last minute ring-in - we were going to see The Muppet Movie but it had sold out so, of course, my mother decided the next must-see movie on a five-year old's wishlist was Grease. I worry about that woman sometimes. Needless to say, the videotape almost had a hole burnt through it in the 1980s as my sister and I watched it time and time again. My cousin played Danny in his high school production and bloody good he was too.
But enough nostalgia. So there I was, feeling peckish and whistling my best version of "Beauty School Drop-Out" as I marched up the stairs, expecting the café ladies to be sporting wacky three-foot beehives with oversized silver rollers to boot, or at the very least, Pink Ladies jackets. Oh, you're in your regular uniforms I see. Okay, strike one. We could fix that with a tasty 50s-style burger and fries and a big milkshake to wash it all down, right? Again, no. There was some kind of weird American-themed food combo deal involving Coke and chips and I didn't bother to check what else. Yawn. At least they had enough nous to get the soundtrack going properly - ahh, those magic changes indeed.
Four out of ten. Must try harder. Further reports on MTM as they come to hand ...
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