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Hoses of the Holy in the Parallel Universe

April 07, 2005

fat

simon's post from a few days' ago has stayed with me, resonating around the gloopy corridors of my brain. he speaks for me too, and i will vote for him in the coming election.

and this about grease:

That bit at the end where they leave school and it is full of hope for their futures. And yet you know if you could roll forward twenty-odd years you would see that they had all become overweight no-hope wage-slavers. Sad. And dark.

it struck me, what a fantastic movie that would make. if you've got to make sequels, and yes, hollywood got to, then why not make one like this? i'd love to see olivia newton-john as a crack whore, turning tricks for crusts. and that bloke out of taxi, he could be an internet paedo. or something. if someone wants to write a treatment i'll give them 40% of the deal.

but then, some smart-arse is now going to tell me that they've done something similar before. there's something on the tip of my brain, actually, but i can't get to it.

3 Comments:

  • It was that Francis Ford Crapola film, Peggy Sue Got Married. Kathleen Turner and a preposterous Nicholas Cage Crapola. He was the bright young thing turned hammy used car salesman or something. She was the Olivia Newton John who wakes up in her 16 year old body and gets to do it all again.

    By Blogger bot37363838, at 6:34 am  

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    By Blogger Roy, at 7:44 am  

  • no, i'm not thinking of that. i was thinking of grease with the same characters, thirty years' later, all miserable and fucked-up. unrelentingly dark. they'd find themselves in America of the 80s, wouldn't they.

    By Blogger dog, at 7:46 am  

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