The Cocky Horror Picture Show

With a bit of a mind flip
You're into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You're spaced out on sensation
Like you're under sedation
Let's do the Time Warp again

Last night I turned the clock back to 1975, the year of the premiere of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show."

This timeless cult classic is no longer a movie but an event at many theaters around the country, including the charming and historic Blue Mouse theater house of Tacoma, which hosts a midnight showing of the single feature picture show two Saturdays a month.

For those nonversed in the sensual, visual and auditory pleasures of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," rent it. And for those unfamiliar with the Rocky phenomenon, cultists dress in the costumes of the film’s characters and mimic their lines and actions and incorporate props before the screen.

Audience participation is encouraged, nee expected. That’s where the fun lies. When the sweet transvestite Frank N. Furter raises a toast, real toast is sent sailing amongst the audience. When there's a light over at the Frankenstein place, someone directs a bright beam onto the ceiling. You may also see see pink rubber gloves (for during and after the creation speech, when Frank snaps them three times). Toilet paper (when Brad yells "Great Scott!," streamers or rolls, preferably of the Scott brand, are thrown). Party hats (when Frank dons his, celebrating Rocky's birth). Playing cards (to accompany Frank's lyric, "cards for sorrow/cards for pain").

It’s all good as are the clever remarks and retorts concocted and scripted by the audience and inserted into and over movie dialogue. Clever being the operative word … and that’s where the local event failed.

Aside from the shouting drowning out expanses of dialogue — pity the first-time viewer — most of the add-ons were just stupid. Juvenile, cocky, humorless low-brow insults and profanities of a sexual nature. To be fair, the worst — and most annoying — came from several young dudes (evidently key players in the local Rocky fan base) who from the aisles and seats blasted their inanities like bad barkers at a cheap carnival. A few times I moved to escape my position in direct earshot. In their booming and cocky deliveries, they may have thought their lines to be clever comebacks, witty spoofs. They were mistaken. (Note: Tim Curry's the most attractive sweet transvestite I've ever met on or off the screen.)

Still, I circumvented the inanities and found pleasure in this colorful cult classic and soundtrack (which in my quarters receives regular airplay across the years) … as a creature of the night at the late-night science fiction single feature picture show. 

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