Plot: This low-budget freak show/cult classic/cultural institution concerns the misadventures of Brad Majors and Janet Weiss inside a strange mansion that they come across on a rainy night. After the wholesome pair profess their love through an opening song, their car breaks down in the woods, and they seek refuge in a towering castle nearby. Greeting them at the door is a ghoulish butler named Riff Raff, who introduces them to a bacchanalian collection of partygoers dressed in outfits from some sort of interplanetary thrift shop. The host of this gathering a transvestite clad in lingerie. Dr. Frank. N. Furter, a mad scientist who claims to be from another planet. With assistants Columbia and Magenta looking on, Frank unveils his latest creation ... a blonde young beefcake wearing nothing but skimpy shorts. Just when Brad and Janet think things couldn't get any stranger, a biker bursts into the scene to reclaim Columbia, his ex-girlfriend. When Frank kills the biker, it's clear that Brad and Janet will be guests for the night, and that they might be next on Frank's list -- whether for murder or carnal delights is uncertain. (via.)
Nicole's Rating: B+
Why Nicole is Appalled Matt Hasn't Seen It: It's a musical. A ridiculous, cult classic, fun as hell musical. I'll admit, the first time I saw the movie, I wondered if the experience I'd just had was akin to a terrible acid trip. But then I watched it again. And again. And again. And my affinity for all things ridiculous grew.
It's just ... great. The music is mostly incredible with classics like 'Time Warp', beauties like 'I'm Going Home' and cheesy, but awesome numbers like 'Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me'. But what really does it for ... everyone, really ... is Tim Curry's performance as Dr. Frankenfurter. He is exceptional and ... oddly sexy?
Quite frankly, RHPS is definitely a cult classic must see.
Matt's Rating: B
Matt's Review: Really bad horror films are a guilty pleasure for me. At the surface RHPS appears to be just that. But what makes this movie not just another cheesy horror film are two things. 1) Its got good music. By good I mean catchy ear worms that you find yourself humming awkwardly as you get coffee in the morning next to some gruff construction worker. 2) It never takes its self too seriously. That's a rare thing in movies nowadays. RHPS seems to know exactly what it is (a musical acid trip with horror elements) and it urges you, with a wink and a wry smile, to join them on the ride. And Tim Curry is incredible. But he's the only one that really is worth talking about. Seriously check out the rest of the cast on IMDB. They got NO work after this film. Curry easily steals the show.
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