about the show + my take on the meaning
"The Rocky Horror Show is a musical with music, lyrics and book by Richard O'Brien. A humorous tribute to various B movies associated with the science fiction and horror genres from the 1930s to the early 1960s, the musical tells the story of a newly engaged couple getting caught in a storm and coming to the home of a mad transvestite scientist, Dr Frank-N-Furter, unveiling his new creation, Rocky, a sort of Frankenstein-style monster in the form of an artificially made, fully grown, physically perfect muscle man."People have debated the meaning of Rocky Horror ever since its debut, and we're yet to come to a proper answer. Even though the plot is mostly coherent, a lot of people don't understand the meaning. Some think it's meaningless. I disagree.
To me, the moral of The Rocky Horror Show is that life is too short to spend your time daydreaming about what you can be, and that the best thing to do is live wholly and truthfully with the time you've got left. We're not supposed to be weighed down by life; we're meant to love who we want to love, wear what we want to wear, and shed our doubts and fears that people will judge us.
"Don't dream it, be it."
rocky horror and me
The Rocky Horror (Picture) Show is such a special piece of media for me. I've never been so captivated by a show before. There's just something about Tim Curry in fishnets and heavy makeup that just catches one's attention. My favourite movie may be Hot Fuzz, but Rocky Horror is a show I have a definite spiritual connection to.
The first time I went to a midnight screening was one of the best nights of my life. The second I stepped into the theatre - stinking of wine, lipstick and popcorn - I was greeted by such an eclectic bunch of weirdos that I've never felt more at home with. People of all ages, shapes, races, etc, all there to celebrate sensuality, strangeness and music. It was wonderful.
We ended up sitting ourselves down not too close to the screen but not too far either. A perfect distance away to appreciate the fun. I got to watch my wide-eyed friend who knew absolutely nothing about what he was getting himself into as he stared in awe at the costume parade; themed around Christmas, for it was in November. A Frank with a bow on either nipple and a Santa hat below the belt won the evening, bringing his very own Brad in tow.
When the show began it was genuine chaos and a high that I'm yet to find again. Some highlights of the night were getting shot in the face by an old man with a super soaker when it was raining, convincing my friend to not eat the cold slice of toast that fell directly into his mouth, narrowly avoiding slipping on the wet floors whilst doing the time warp, and picking grains of rice out of my heels for weeks after. Sometimes I still find them, and it's been a couple of years!
I've been wanting to go back again since, but the stars are yet to align again. In the meanwhile I'll just yell 'asshole' and 'slut' at my computer.
