27Oct/090
Review: The Rocky Horror Show
A review by Bradley Troll
I was a Sophomore in college the first time I watched the movie version. My best friend Julie brought over this VHS with a big pair of lips on the cover, and she promised that my life would never again be the same. I settled in and watched--determined to find the meaning, understand the symbolism and waited for that moment when every odd thing I was watching would suddenly be explained, make sense. I didn't heed Frank-N-Furter's advice; I didn't simply "give myself over to absolute pleasure." When it ended, I was perplexed. I watched it again the next week, didn't think too hard, and something finally soaked in. Julie was right; my life was never the same.