LAST NIGHT: THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW (1975)
I’m really behind on these, ’cause I definitely watched this one last Friday. Anyways:
The Rocky Horror Picture Show. This is one of those films that you either love and indulge in, or you sit there for two hours going: what the fuck is happening? The bare bones of the plot cannot do justice to the supreme campiness of Rocky Horror. Newly engaged young people in Denton, Ohio, Brad (Barry Bostwick) and Janet (Susan Sarandon) have their car break down on a back road and – of course – wind up in a creepy castle with even creepier inhabitants. Dr. Frank N Furter (Tim Curry), a transvestite mad scientist, his lovely assistants Magenta (Patricia Quinn) and Columbia (Little Nell), and butler Riff-Raff (Richard O’Brien) have come together to throw a party and premiere Frank’s newest (and sexiest) creation Rocky Horror (Peter Hinwood). Brad and Janet have no idea what they’ve gotten into.
There are simply no words. References to 50s and 60s horror films abound, Meat Loaf makes an appearance to sing a song and get murdered; complicated sexuality reigns supreme. There’s violence, sex, nudity and rock music. Tim Curry is the sexiest transvestite ever, the music is over the top, the ending beyond bizarre. At the end of the day, Rocky Horror is what Robin Wood would call an ‘incoherent text’. It begins to ramble in the second act, and finally explodes in the third. But in between it is so much fun that you just have to sit back and, well, give yourself over to absolute pleasure.
Watching it again reminded me of some parties I’ve gone to: it all begins with a lot of fun, drinking and dancing and ends with the Apocalypse. Still, you know that you want to do the Time Warp again.