It's sad to say, but the summer is coming to a close. It's even sadder to say – for some – that another school year is about to begin. About this time every year, I get a song stuck in my head. Well, two. First is Billy Madison's back to school song. You know, "Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight." The second comes from a movie with somewhat more acceptable classroom behavior, but also one that's underappreciated, Grease 2. "I gotta go back, back, back to school again."
When you're following in the footsteps of a film as beloved as Grease, you're practically in a lose-lose situation. There was really no way director Patricia Birch could top Randal Kleiser's work and Max Caulfield and Michelle Pfeiffer were just no match for the ultimate duo, John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. You know what you do when there's just no way of being the best? You settle for mediocre and just have a blast with it. And that's exactly what Grease 2 is; a so-so film that gets major bonus point for being such a damn good time.