Last night we were watching That 70’s Show, and they did a little take-off of Grease. The tall kid didn’t get the reference, so during the explanation, Grease was described as one of the movies girls have to love no matter what.
At which point I had to step in and point out I HATE that movie.
I know it’s practically a cult classic. My sister’s entire dorm loved it. There are women who gather with friends to watch it annually. I’ve seen it many times on lists of The Most Romantic Movies EVAH. To which I say…ummm…WHY?
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the movie. Then they had to blow it big time with the ending. The moral of this story is what? If you deny who you are and turn yourself into an over-permed, middle aged-looking, cigarette-smoking, leather and stilletto-wearing hooker you get to live happily ever after because NOW it’s okay with his buddies?
What am I missing? If you know, please tell me what makes this movie a romance.
And speaking of Grease, what—for the love of Chrysler—ever possessed me to set a book in Greece? I must have been OD’d on caffeine that day.