A couple of weeks ago, in the wake of the fucking trainwreck that was the The Client List real-time-review, our illustrious editor Dustin sent me an email that said the following:
Given how great the Lifetime RTRs are going over, how fun would it be to read a RTR from you, live, from a screening of “Grease: Sing-a-Long”?
I didn’t really know what the hell he was talking about, so I basically told him he was a sick motherfucker and laughed it off.
Now I discover that this… thing… exists:
In the immortal words of Jason Priestly, “we got to have some law.” It would be the end of me. The death of me. God help me, my wife would probably love it (the movie, not my death).
A Grease sing a long. In a movie theater. It’s like my personal hell, come to life. A movie theater full of people who are encouraged to talk and sing?
Thanks, but no fucking thanks at all.
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