OK. Sure. I mean, when the sequel came out, it played like a no-name anachronism. The songs seemed more 1982 than 1962.
And let’s be absolutely contextual here. America had just been through an “American Graffiti,” “Happy Days” and “Grease” 1950s-early-60s nostalgia thing. We KNEW how “off” “Grease 2” felt when it hit theaters and bombed in 1982. It wasn’t just the critics.
Patricia Birch, the “Grease” choreographer directed it, and the dancing was closer to a disco riff on The Twist than it was period correct. But sure, it was sexier than the original “Grease.”
Michelle Pfeiffer, Adrian Zmed and Maxwell Caulfield, the leads, were new to audiences. Two of them actually had careers.
Christopher McDonald and Pamela Adlon had supporting parts and were years and years away from being “names.”
The songs were racier, and they stick with you better than any bomb I can only remember seeing once has a right to.
True story, I was just out of school, working in a big city NPR station when the film came out. Lorna Luft and I think Peter Frechette came by to plug it. I had no idea who Lorna was. I don’t think her “Judy Garland’s daughter” “credit” was mentioned in the press kit. The station manager might have tipped me about that before I interviewed them.
I dismissed the movie, like pretty much everybody else, so the interview was a chore. But maybe I’ll take a second look at it. Just when I hoped “Let’s Do It for our Country” was erased from my memory.