The Rooftop Film Club people are back with their Drive-In programme (full details here) from March 20th to April 11th which includes runs at Sandown Park, Alexandra Palace and Brent Cross.
It's difficult to top Grease at a Drive-In venue though I have suggested to the organisers that the Peter Bogdanovich debut Targets would certainly give the audience some genuine chills given it has a terrifying denoument at a Drive-In.
The Guardian review:
One of the less essential reissues of recent years (it knows it, too - this is bashfully packaged as "for one night only") invites you to boogie back in time to ... when, exactly? 1978, when it was shot? 1959, when it was set? But all in all Grease has aged pretty well: perhaps because it was so loosely tethered to any time anyway, perhaps because its soapy, anticlimatic structure makes it such an easy watch. There's a surprising strain of filth, too - this is much closer to Hairspray than High School Musical. The message is: burn rubber, have sex, strut about like a chicken. It's one that's hard to resist.
Catherine Shoard
The opening credits over the best song in the film (the title track) is above. Here is the song Sandy by John Travolta.
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