{"id":5542,"date":"2011-01-18T00:01:26","date_gmt":"2011-01-18T05:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=5542"},"modified":"2011-01-17T21:14:12","modified_gmt":"2011-01-18T02:14:12","slug":"grease-is-the-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2011\/01\/grease-is-the-word\/","title":{"rendered":"Grease Is the Word"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every time I come across Grease<\/a> on TV,\u00a0 I have to watch it. I enjoy every second of it … the songs, skinny John Travolta, the Pink Ladies, the cigarettes that the bad kids smoke. Back when it was first released (yes, I was alive then), I wanted to be bad-ass like Rizzo (Stockard Channing<\/a>) but look like Sandy (Olivia Newton-John<\/a>) when she dresses all sex-ay at the end. In fact, I’m pretty sure that Grease kickstarted my enduring love for biker jackets<\/a> and shiny leggings<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Hawt! But I never got into cigarettes. Just the jackets and leggings.<\/p><\/div>\n

Nowadays, I’m amazed that I didn’t know the real sex kitten of the movie was luscious 19-year-old Dinah Manoff as Marty Maraschino. I guess her dialogue with dance-contest judge Vince Fontaine<\/a> went right over my head:<\/p>\n

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Marty wows Vince.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Vince<\/strong>: Hi, I’m Vince Fontaine, I’m judging the dance contest.
\nMarty<\/strong><\/em> : I don’t think I’m entered.
\nVince<\/strong><\/em> : A knockout like you? What’s your name?
\nMarty<\/strong><\/em> : Marty.
\nVince<\/strong><\/em> : Marty what?
\nMarty<\/strong><\/em> : Maraschino. You know, as in cherry.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Yeah, I didn’t get that cherry line when I was 10, but I appreciate it now. Another thing that I appreciate these days is a good butt bow<\/a>. During a Grease viewing last year, I could have sworn I saw a butt bow on Rizzo’s red-and-black polka dot dance-contest dress. I scoured the Internets<\/a> looking for a good shot to no avail until I stumbled upon Chris Laverty’s Clothes on Film<\/a> blog. He didn’t have Rizzo’s dress in his Grease post<\/a> but, when I emailed him, he sent back multiple screen caps of Rizzo’s behind.<\/p>\n

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All Rizzo screen caps courtesy Clothes on Film. Click for source.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Hmm! It’s not a pronounced butt bow like the one on my vintage Guy Laroche dress …<\/p>\n

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This is undeniably a butt bow. Click for original post.<\/p><\/div>\n

… but I think we can safely call Rizzo’s adornment an “ass corsage.”<\/p>\n

Check out Grease if you’ve never seen it — or even if you’ve seen it dozens of times like me — and tell me that Marty isn’t the the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen in a strapless dress. And if you’re looking for good information on movie costuming, go to Clothes on Film<\/a>. Chris is your man!<\/p>\n

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Every time I come across Grease on TV,\u00a0 I have to watch it. I enjoy every second of it … the songs, skinny John Travolta, the Pink Ladies, the cigarettes that the bad kids smoke. Back when it was first released (yes, I was alive then), I wanted to be bad-ass like Rizzo (Stockard Channing)…<\/p>\n

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