By all accounts, Grease is not a genre film — other than, you know, the singing and dancing and quickly glossed-over attempted assault followed by a sad ode to male victimhood (OK, that part is pretty realistic, I guess). But beyond that, the film (and its far inferior stage musical predecessor) are an ode to the '50s high school experience that white people really like to fondly remember and sing about, because racism is a bummer but saddle shoes sure are fun!
However, there is one moment at the very end of the movie where the '70s kick back in and you remember everyone in Hollywood could generally be found in a big pile of snow at Studio 54 during this time, because it wasn't actually the '50s and the people weren't the only white stuff ruining the party.
That's when Danny and Sandy fly away in Greased Lightning.
I mean, there's a lot to unpack here. But a big one is, like, that's not even Danny's car. It's Kenickie's. Also, were they all dead? Are we dead? Am *I* dead?