Rocky Horror: Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

My first apartment downtown in the 80’s was near a repertory cinema, and I could decide at the last minute to attend a midnight screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Full audience participation was de rigueur, and sometimes I would look around before leaving and find rice or toast or a newspaper to bring for props.  The story is ridiculous and utterly absurd, and has become beloved like an often told, but X-rated, fairy tale.  It doesn’t take much exposure to chant along with the audience responses, and repeated theatre viewings only enhance the experience.


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