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The Guardian - US
The Guardian - US
Entertainment
Adrian Horton

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies review – the TV prequel nobody asked for

Tricia Fukuhara Marisa Davila, Cheyenne Wells and Ari Notartomaso
Tricia Fukuhara, Marisa Davila, Cheyenne Wells and Ari Notartomaso. Photograph: Eduardo Araquel/AP

There’s a clear business calculation to a certain segment of streaming television, particularly since newer platforms struck out against Netflix: dust off something from the content library (as HBO is reportedly, and regrettably, considering with the Harry Potter movies); stretch the premise before or after or through a side character, or simply reboot; and fill anywhere from six to 10 episodes.

Such is the formula that gives us such tepid IP-based shows as Hulu’s How I Met Your Father, HBO Max’s new Gossip Girl, Netflix’s Cobra Kai and, more successfully, Disney’s High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. The 1978 teen classic Grease has undeniable nostalgic appeal and generations of musical theater familiarity. Hence, Grease: The Rise of the Pink Ladies, a new Paramount+ prequel series whose charms – a generally winsome cast, relentless energy, a steadfast appreciation of female friendship – get lost in subpar musical numbers and standard-grade streaming TV bloat.

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