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In the velvet darkness, of the blackest night, burning bright….

1280x740xRocky-Horror-Picture-Show-the-rocky-horror-picture-show-236965_1280_1024.jpg.pagespeed.ic.buFO4SPeOQI recently stumbled into a rather dated blog post (link below) that read….

This weekend I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show done by a group of players who ran the movie and simultaneously acted out the movie as a live play.  Staging and production-wise, I’d say don’t try this at home.  They were a cute bunch of kids in cute costumes and I think everyone had a pretty good time.  I felt very middle-aged throughout, especially considering that unlike me, most of the live cast and audience weren’t yet born in 1975 when “Rocky Horror” first came out.

I was much too young for “Rocky Horror” when it debuted and not much interested in the counter-culture that embraced it as I came of age.  My previous attempts to watch it (once at a party, once at a theater and once at

No toast...but they did serve Meat Loaf.
No toast…but they did serve Meat Loaf.

home on video) ended with dozing, falling asleep and general boredom.  It’s not that I didn’t get it.  It was that it was the cultural relic of a time that I didn’t belong to and didn’t idolize.  I understand the era it came from and had some passing familiarity with it, but it isn’t my thing. As much as the young Rocky party goers wish otherwise, it’s not really their thing either.

There’s nothing particularly outrageous in 2008 about going out in public in a corset.  Hell, they make them as outerwear these days.  While there is still a lot of anti-gay sentiment, most people of my acquaintance today know exactly what a transsexual is.  And for those of us who watched friends die of AIDs, a free-for-all sexual lifestyle looks more idiotic than liberating.  The sexual revolution that spawned Dr. Frankenfurter is as antique today as a Victorian opium den.  However fun and salacious the young people doing this production found it, they’re even less likely to actually understand Rocky than I am.  It was a profound realization in the middle of a very silly night.  Sadly, even with my previous mostly unconscious attendances of the past, I knew the cues for the stuff in the prop bags better than most of the avowed enthusiasts.

It took two days and a lot of scrubbing to get that “lip” stamp off my hand, too!

http://tlryder.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/rocky-horror-picture-show/#comment-177

RHPS-RW1C1-TransylvaniansLLiked the post because it gave me pause to think, and recall fondly–I was fifteen when some friends and I walked two miles to the theater for a midnight showing of Rocky Horror.  It was 1982, I had no idea what the show was about, only that it was a movie at midnight and was supposedly a lot of fun.  It was, though we arrived without makeup, costumes, squirt guns, or toast.  I could take or leave the idealized debauchery, and the counter-culture sex/gender-bending element non-plussed me even then (Dustin Hoffman’s Tootsie came out that same year). I had a crush on Columbia, which was strange, because the girl who’d head-over-heeled me in real life had a definite Magenta vibe.  But I digress: my pleasure from that night, and the dozen or so Rocky shows I’ve attended in the ensuring 30-some years, came from the joy of the crowd, not the dated ribaldry of the script.  Scenes like Rocky Horror are ultimately reliant upon rocky-horror-picture-show-13_610a group of (mostly) strangers mutually agreeing to indulge themselves in–not wildness, but the idea of wildness, and in this it occurs to me that Rocky Horror has more in common with a bunch of old folks doing the chicken dance at a polish wedding than it does with outmoded sexual exotica. After all, it’s just a jump to the left….

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Shakespeare and Rocky Horror?

http://shakespearesolved.blogspot.com/2012/08/rocky-horror-picture-show-shakespeare.html

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3 replies on “Rocky Horror Picture Show”

This brings back lots of memories. In the mid-80s I was a big RHP fan. Me and a couple of friends would head out every weekend to watch and join in the party. Truth be told, the movie itself bored me to tears. If there were stretches of the movie where I hadn’t memorized the lines to yell at the screen, I was bored silly.

But at the same time, there were some moments – near the end – that moved me in an odd way.

Looking back, the whole thing has a nostalgic glow for me. Even at the time, it felt nostalgic. Now I have nostalgia for nostalgia.

But I know the memory is probably a million times more fun than the reality of it at the time. So, I’m quite happy that this chapter in my life has ended.

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You really hit the nail on the head there–nostalgia for nostalgia. The actual time spent in line, and in the theater, is much hazier than the recollection of the adventurous excitement of going out to a movie at midnight, walking home, not getting to bed until sunrise….

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Being out late in the city with all the weird folks you find at Rocky Horror – heady stuff for a teenager. Makes up for the lousy movie and the tired audience participation and slap-dash performances.

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