No pleasure is guilty. I’ve believed that for years. If you like something legal and it does no one any harm, then no judgement should come. But you may get scorn. And your choices may be the subject of ridicule. That is certainly the story over the years for my love of Grease 2, a film I completely and utterly adore. It may be camp, it may have been panned by the critics and it may not have captured as many imaginations as Grease (I refuse to say original, as that suggests a denigration of Grease 2 that I just can’t buy into), but it is a film that gives me such unbridled joy.
I’ve liked Grease 2 from a solitary position. Throughout the years, I’ve only encountered one person who feels the same as I do about Grease 2, and that’s my sister. Never once have I had a friend who likes it, hey I can’t even get my best friends to even watch it with me. They stare at me with incredulity as I rave about the brilliance of the film and the soundtrack, both of which revel in the campness that comes with a musical that features a bowling nun and a pretend nuclear warning signal as a backdrop for trying to have first time sex. They question my sincerity, believing that I like it in an ironic-so-bad-it’s-good kind of way. Nope, I genuinely think the film is a piece of creative artistry, resulting in catchy songs, dual meaning lyrics, brilliant singing and fantastic dancing. Any film that stars Michelle Pfeiffer AND Lorna Luft has something going for it. And then there is Maxwell Caulfield in leathers against skin. If anything’s going to help the gayness come to the surface…
So, through the years, I’ve had to put up with the mocking and the jokes and the condescension (albeit good-humoured) from my friends who, to give them their due, allow me to continually lobby and pressure them into watching the film – alas, to no avail. It may only be a film, but it is a form of isolation and loneliness in a way. It teaches resilience and pride in your choices, to be unafraid it your desires, to plough your own furrow. I’m not saying I’ve suffered bullying or hardship because of the film, but some of the lessons are translatable to more serious elements of life. You take lessons from where you can. In particular, the way I’ve had to like Grease 2 on my own, with no support from friends, has taught me, along with other experiences, that it’s OK to do things in a solitary fashion. Being alone is not being lonely.
However, all that changed for a brief moment at the end of January when Cool Rider Live, a concert musical based on Grease 2, was performed in the Lyric theatre for a one night only two performance run. For once, I was in a room full of like minds. And it was bliss. An entire theatre of people who adored the film as I did, who knew all the words to all the songs, who knew the dialogue well enough to anticipate the lines. People who pressed fast forward during Charades. It was by far and a way the best night I’ve had in a theatre. Ever. The energy of the audience flowed into the cast who were, quite frankly, overwhelmed by the response but complete adept at using it to fuel the performance. It was incredible and it created a feeling of, well, belonging that I never expected a show to do. I’ve been to gigs by the biggest acts, but you know they’re well loved and supported. The notion of Grease 2 on stage was, let’s be frank, quite a shot in the dark.
But what a shot. As soon as I left the show I bought a ticket for the second performance, soaking up as much of it as I could, never knowing if I’d have the chance to revel in the company of riders again. Fortunately, that chance has come this week, with a longer run at the Duchess over five nights. I’m surprised at my reaction to it. By the end of the run, I will have been to three of the shows, I’ve bought costumes, I’ve tweeted incessantly about the show, I’ve followed strangers who are fans (one of whom I’ve now met face to face), I’ve hung around outside the stage door, I’ve had pictures taken with the cast, I’ve crashed the press night party. In short, I’ve turned into a teenage One Direction fan, although I’ve not had any urges to draw pencil sketches of cast members in compromising positions.
I’m also surprised that it’s this that has inspired me to blog again after almost two years of absence. The disastrous political situation of the country, the woeful economic situation, the boredom in my previous, family events, personal success. Nah, none of those are worth sharing, but my 30 year love affair (obsession?) with a load of all camp, yep, I need that to be on the internet.