VHS Diaries; Episode 1: Boys Don't Cry

             Growing up, I watched a lot of classical movies with my family, even movies that my parents grew up on. One of my favorites out of all of them, of course, is Grease (1978) starring John Travolta (pre-scientology lolz) and Olivia Newton John.

(I have to admit, Sandy could've laid off the hairspray and makeup in the end of the film....)

                 There's quite a few things that keep my childhood heart glued to this movie enough to buy it on VHS from Goodwill, now that I'm having to build my own movie library away from my parent's home in Temecula. First and least important outta them admittingly, the theme+story+acting is visual orgasm for me. I remember as a kid LOVING the fashion sported by both the Pink Ladies and T-Birds. It was not only a club symbol, but also like a personal statement of their attitudes and where they come from, to show that they think more outside the box than most sheltered high school graduate minds surrounding them during their last year to be kids, rule the town, but also decide where to go with their lives (Ahhh, you were expecting more like a Jersey Shore plot? Noooope.)
                 Secondly, as I just mentioned, where to go with our lives when the crossing line's just inches away. That's one of the biggest questions and lessons behind the story plot. Priorities, putting behind old childish games, swinging or keeping the one you truly love, consequences, understatement of differences between each other. It's all that gravy that we get dump-fulls of between the ages of 17 and 20. Therefore, being almost 20 now along with having dealt with similar lessons from the story, I find myself connecting and sympathizing more with the characters and their issues than before when I was just in 3'rd grade.
                 Last but not least, music! As some may already know, the 1978 film was a movie version of the 1971 stage play. In my opinion, they did a brilliant job with replaying the musical pieces. Call me a nerd all you want, but if I could be swingin' on the Rydell High dance floor and tap some T-Bird ass, I would in a heartbeat. JUSSAYIN'.

             So if you dig the points I'm trying to get across, check out this film or the stage performance next time you need a good ol' classic fix! That concludes Episode 1 of my VHS diaries. You're welcome.