The film lacks perspective beyond a rather limited preoccupation with the details of Hunter’s personal life.
Sporting a Southern-fried accent, Tatum O’Neal expresses her character’s inner turmoil through a crass, audience-bombarding collection of hyper-mannered tics.
Smooching mannequins, campy tantrums, and repressed sexuality. And just in time for Valentine’s Day.
Though not 100% uncut, Muppets fans have been waiting for a collection like this for a long while.
Surely the obligatory sequel to what has to be a top contender for the “worst ’70s blockbuster” crown must carry some weight as a camp classic.
The only value to be salvaged from this limp carbon copy is in how much of the formulaic worthlessness it exposes of the original Grease.