Denton: Texas
by Jake Jacobson
Rocky Horror, what can I say? If you've got nowhere to be, and no one to be with, Rocky Horror is the kind of outing to take. If you haven't seen the film, don't sweat, the film is irrelevant. I've been to three different theater showings of Rocky Horror and I still have no fucking clue what that movie is about. I can't even tell you more than one line of unadulterated dialogue. Going to Rocky Horror is like going to a Christian revival, but instead of Jesus you have transvestites, and instead of the holy love from above you have… transvestites. That said; much like a revival there's a certain religious, out of body quality to the film and the theater viewing of it. You get caught up in the made up dialogue, the frantic jokes, the bizarre dancing. It's not unlike being briefly possessed by your most funky inner demons. Did I mention half naked people of both genders wander about? Cause that always seems to be an attention grabber.
In short: transvestites, dancing, humor, nudity. What more do you want? I took off half a point, because the dude in charge of the Denton showing was in reality, not Satan, as it has been in previous showings I have attended.
