The Rocky Horror Picture Show
I suppose being a transvestite is all fun and games -- a real hoot. Well, let me tell you, I happen to know a cross-dresser or two, and they do not strut about all day singing songs. Mostly, they ruminate on their condition in life, specifically on what God was thinking when he gave them size thirteen feet AND the overpowering urge to wear stiletto heels.
We meet the cross-dressing Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Tim Curry) because the car of newlyweds Brad Majors (Barry Bostwick) and Janet Weiss (Susan Sarandon) breaks down on some backwoods road. They enter the doctor's castle and are immediately introduced to sexual deviance gone haywire. The citizens of the castle are well-known: Riff Raff (Richard O'Brien), Magenta (Patricia Quinn), Eddie (Meat Loaf), and Rocky Horror (Peter Hinwood) himself, who's created by the doctor for his personal pleasure.
Basically, Brad and Janet are your prototypical squeaky-clean, missionary-position American couple. As they witness the orgy that is the doctor's abode, he teaches them how to release their pent-up sexual energy by assaulting each of them (though there's some ambiguity about the "assault" part, I take it, because they end up liking it.) Janet is introduced to the wonders of multiple sexual partners, while Brad gets a lesson in homosexuality.
I would be remiss in not addressing what many would consider the central redeeming quality of this film, which is that it's provided every freak this side of Barnum & Bailey a place to go on Friday and Saturday nights at midnight. This is overreported pap. What goes less noticed and less discussed is that this film encouraged unfettered promiscuity in 1975, and not too many years later, herpes and AIDS became household words. If you go see this movie, be sure to wear a condom... stretched across your forehead to protect your brain.
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