Time: 115 mins.
SYNOPSIS: An English student at a 1960's American high school has to prove himself to the leader of a girls' gang whose members can only date greasers.
BOTTOM LINE: This is one of those horrible movies that I'm compelled to watch over and over again. There's really nothing to recommend it unless you're a HUGE Pfeiffer fan and yet...it sucks me in every time. What can I say, I'm a sucker for cheesy musicals. The songs are just as sexual and silly as the original film, but they just don't the have catchiness and edge that make flimsy/sweet melodies like "Summer Lovin'" a classic. Plus, Maxwell Caulfield just doesn't have the star power to carry the lead. Pfeiffer is pouty and sullen, which suits her and she can carry a tune, but you just don't believe that she'd be interested in such a milktoast like him. Even after his transformation. Of course, if one had to choose between Caulfield and Zmed, which she does, the film makes the outcome fairly obvious.
The basics of the plot have Michelle as the leader of the Pink Ladies looking for a man with substance who's cool and sensitive to rev her engine. She's tired of having to date the same old T-Birds. It's a Rydell High School rule as you know. Caulfield is the Aussie outsider, Sandy's cousin or something, who makes himself over in an effort to become her dream guy. The plot is so unimaginative, you beg for musical numbers...until about halfway through and you want them to stop. There are a few good songs like "Cool Rider", "Who's That Guy" and the hilariously cheeky "Reproduction", but the overs are either seriously cheesy or downright painful.
Everyone tries really hard, but they don't even come remotely close to capturing the original's magic, especially the when it comes to the main love story. The chemistry between Caulfield and Pfeiffer is hardly what one would call sizzling. Plus, they seem too old to be high schoolers, more so than the original cast (even though Newton-John was 30 when she played Sandy). I'm sure this is one of those film ideas that sounded good at the time...and that everyone involved is trying to forget. Only diehard Pfeiffer fans should dare to watch.