I don’t like the film version of Grease, and I’ve never made it through the sequel in its entirety. So color me tickled pink that writer/performer Megan Phillips made me sing along with a smile at “Grease, Too!”, her breakneck love letter to both of these movie musicals and the healing power of fandom.
Like a one-woman Rocky Horror shadow cast, Phillips — inhabiting her bullied middle-school self — fast-forwards her well-worn VHS videotapes to her favorite scenes, re-creating dialogue and parodying songs with spot-on characterizations and sharp observations about Sandy’s feminist bona fides.
Phillips is a wonderfully warm stage presence with great audience rapport, and director Kristina Agosti imbues this energetically paced show with witty editing, slick synchronization, and just the right amount of heart. I don’t ever need to hear Michelle Pfeiffer sing “Cool Rider” again in my lifetime, but I’d happily visit Phillips’ basement and eat Oreos with her anytime.
Orlando Fringe Festival: Tickets and times for “Grease, Too!”
Seth Kubersky
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