Whenever I read the words "The Rocky Horror Show", I am swept into a time warp back to the fan screening I attended in 2005. Most of the audience for that screening rocked up fully equipped with suspenders, feather boas, extravagant lipstick, and a cherished selection of deliberately unfunny heckler's lines to deploy at key moments in the movie.
Have you not seen the Rocky Horror Show? It's a wildly camp musical and B-movie homage for stage and screen, in which two homely, heteronormative Americans seek shelter in a castle run by Tim Curry's high-kicking mad scientist Dr Frank-N-Furter. I can't speak for how well it has aged, but it was a hit work of sexual counterculture in the 1970s, and is absolutely Curry's finest hour outside of Command And Conquer.
Anyway, the key thing, the important thing is: during the movie, there's a bit where the castle takes off and flies away. During the 2005 screening, the crowd all shouted "it's just a model!" at this point. I responded "shhhh!", and the hot girl sitting behind me sighed and said "tssk" and flicked me gently on the back of the head, much as you'd reprove a cat that is eyeing up your lunch. But here's the thing, lost lady of my youth: I wasn't actually trying to shush people! I was doing some clever cross-media humour!
You see, there's a bit in Monty Python And The Holy Grail when King Arthur reaches Camelot, and somebody says "It's just a model" and is shushed by the other knights. That's what I was referencing, bygone attractive woman! I wasn't just trying to silence the Rocky Horror fans. The flying castle scene is right at the end of the dang movie - why would I have waited that long to intervene? Please, forgotten damsel with minimal respect for my personal space - please acknowledge that I am not a Brad or Janet. I am part of the clique. Please, if you're reading this, leave a comment and belatedly accept my adroit mingling of cues. That exchange has poisoned my soul for years.
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