Monday 15 February 2010
Monday 8 February 2010
The past is never as good as you remember it, but its certainty has its own comforts. Grease lets an in-his-prime Travolta loose in a world made up of the safest parts of the ’50s, a place that didn’t yet know the blood and distrust the ’60s and ’70s would bring its way. It’s filled with kids—well, “kids,” anyway—who’ve yet to know divorce, abortion, dead friends, professional disappointments, personal betrayals, and the slow erosion of dreams. It won’t last, and in its final moments, I get the feeling Grease knows this too.
“Well, what are we going to do after graduation?” almost-age-appropriate co-star Dinah Manoff asks. “Maybe we’ll never see each other,” another student laments. “That’ll never happen,” Danny assures them. How does he know? Because they have the together-forever promise of a song called “We Go Together” to send them off and up, riding in a dream convertible as they ascend toward the sky and into the future, with all its boundless promise. Then the movie ends.
- Keith Phipps from The AV Club putting a lump in my throat.
“Well, what are we going to do after graduation?” almost-age-appropriate co-star Dinah Manoff asks. “Maybe we’ll never see each other,” another student laments. “That’ll never happen,” Danny assures them. How does he know? Because they have the together-forever promise of a song called “We Go Together” to send them off and up, riding in a dream convertible as they ascend toward the sky and into the future, with all its boundless promise. Then the movie ends.
- Keith Phipps from The AV Club putting a lump in my throat.
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