The best part: It’s so bad it’s awesome.
A guy tries to get into his girlfriend’s pants by locking her in a bomb shelter with him and singing the song “let’s do it for our country.” He tells her that the President would approve because no one wants them to die virgins.
The song “Reproduction” totes the lines “put your stamen in my pistol” and “where does the pollen go?” On a scale from one to epically corny–epically corny.
I have never seen this much hair gel outside of New Jersey AND the acting is worse than Titanic. Not since Kate Winslet croaked out “I’ll never let go Jack!” have I seen such blatant over use of unnecessary emotion…and at least Kate had a reason–the love of her life died. The people in Grease 2 are merely shouting and overreacting about either 1.) not having a cool enough motorcycle 2.) not getting laid or 3.) not enough ketchup on their cheeseburgers. (I am not kidding about #3).
I am going to enjoy watching the end of this movie–I love it when things are unintentionally funny.
Oh, P.S. Can we talk about this post’s photo? If that doesn’t encapsulate how awesomely bad this movie is, I don’t know what does.
“Put your stamen in my pistol…” oh boy, it reminds me of the pre-pubescent boys who thought they were funny in 10th grade biology. I loved it then, and I love it now.