Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I Blame Stephanie Zinone

When I was a kid, my parents had a Beta player.  Our household was the only one on our block to boast one of these soon-to-be-replaced machines.   My techie parents used a Beta recorder to tape our dance recitals, holidays and general crazy antics.  We were subjected to these videos every once in awhile.  However, the most common use for our fancy Beta player was recording movies off of the television.

Remember the TV Guide?  Well, that old relic would tell my mother when a kid-friendly movie would be playing and she would set it to record.  My little sister and I had two or three movies, complete with commercials, recorded on each of our three or four tapes.  One of the tapes had Animalympics, The Parent Trap and Mary Poppins.  This tape got a lot of play in our household.  Because my sister and I were too lazy to get up and fast forward through the commercials, we ended up memorizing them as well as every line of all three flicks.  I still find myself singing "ET shoes from Buster Brown" occasionally, much to the annoyance of my husband.  They were "Extra Terrific."

As much as we watched the above video, the one that had the most impact on me had to be the slam dunk combo of Grease 2 and the Disney version of Robin Hood.  We literally never got sick of this one.  We knew all the songs and pretended to be the characters frequently.  I'm pretty sure Paulette Rebchuck met Maid Marian more than a couple of times in our playroom.

My fierce fondness for these movies has not wavered.  I will straight up judge you if you don't agree that the best Robin Hood of all time has a tail.  My husband and I bonded over our mutual love of the film on one of our first dates.  We now have an original Robin Hood poster hanging in our office.  (Friar Tuck is looking at me as I type this.)  The other day an old friend randomly posted a photo from the flick on his Facebook page and I wanted to hug him.  I'm not gonna lie, if you love this film, I like you more than I otherwise would have.  Word.

Same goes for Grease 2, although I know that unlike Robin Hood, it's not a bright and shiny example of excellence in film making.  I'm more understanding when an acquaintance dislikes this movie but if you, like my pal Joe Vegas, happen to know all the words to "Cool Rider," I'll adore you forever.  Don't be scared. It's not a deal breaker if you don't dig it.  The husband barely tolerates my love for the sub-par sequel and I married him, but if he'd expressed hatred for my favorite cartoon fox, I would've had some serious reservations.

My adoration for the lead characters in these two films absolutely shapes who I am today.  It is no coincidence that I continue to look up to rebellious people who break the mold, just like Robin Hood or Stephanie Zinone.  I blame Robin Hood for my righteous indignation when it comes to politics and my love of jaunty hats.  I blame Stephanie for my lifelong affection for leather jackets, black eyeliner and bad boys.  But, really, I adore them both and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally, Golly what a Cool Rider.

*This post is dedicated to:  Pistol, Punker, Agent Cooper & Wookie.