RHPS is funny. It’s funny because it’s bad. The funniest thing is that it has some undeniably good actors in it, namely Susan Sarandon & Barry Bostwick. That Paul Newman as Basil the Defender syndrome.
I’ve only seen it a few times, but watching it is a fun thing to do after a really crappy day. Just shut off the old brain, and watch a bunch of goofy people dancing around in drag.
I watched it for the first time on cable. I believe my response was something along the lines of “What in the great white flying fuck is this?” I watched it for the second time in the theater on Halloween. Now I know. If there is one thing I love, it’s heckling movies, but if you do it in the theater, somebody usually tells you to shut up. Not this time. Oh, no. Besides, after the show I hooked up with this lovely girl, who turned out to be a guy. He thought that I was a transvestite, and was very disappointed to find out that I was the real thing. Gender confusion! I love it!
“My legs! I can’t move my legs!”
“My vheels! I can’t move my vheels!”
“MY SOCKS! I CAN’T MOVE MY SOCKS!”
Looks like it’s just you and me, Auraseer.
You think we should maybe go and see it and try…
No, I can’t do it.
I just can’t.
That’s three of us now. I thought I was the only one who thought it was a bore! I do think age and audience participation thing has a lot to do with it. I have some of the songs on tape (I got it from my son, I think), and I love them, but when I watched the movie on tv a few years ago, I couldn’t stay with it; enjoyed Tim Curry’s big number, but got bored after that and bailed.
The LSD connection always seemed obvious to my mateys and myself, addled as we were. The course of the film is like an abbreviated trip: Things start out normal, then get progressively odder. Riff Raff opening the door corresponds to that first flash of “Uh oh, I don’t think we’re in KANSAS any more.” The Time Warp and Frank’s entrance scene correspond to the peak. And by the end of the film, you feel vaguely dirty, but still with electrical tremors running through your extremities.
Uke
I saw it mainly in my high school days, and I haven’t been to see it in about 5 years. But I did enjoy it, if for no other reason that I could shout out the foulest filth I could imagine in a public place, and get away with it.
I’ll agree with Auraseer and Wally this much: Now that I’m older, the movie is something you gotta take in small doses.
But then again, it has been 5 years…
“It’s beyond me…” fuck my donkey!
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Ha, ha. Y’all are old. 
You’ll get old, too, Cess.
If we let you.
Heh heh heh.
According to the Pope, a woman can be a saint, but not a priest.
Went through this months ago in MPSIMS.
Yes, the movie is an absolute and overrated stinker; the ridiculous acting out that keeps that piece of crap from its deserved obscurity is a purposeful and gender-confused rebellion against the suburbian conformity of mommy and daddy.
Seeing those kids lining up outside a theater is laughable. But few spectacles are more pathetic than a person over, say, 21 still getting excited over that nonsense.
Thankfully, it’s dying. I bet that it’s not shown on 5 percent of the screens it was 10-15 years ago … and that’s good.
The first time I saw the movie, I was 18. It was wierd but ok. We sat in the balcony. Then my h and I went again a few years later.
It sucked, I mean it really did. You couldn’t hear because of everyone screaming out the lines. The assholes of the world united and come out to throw pop corn , and anything else they could get thier grubby little hands on including lit cigarettes, both legal and left handed ones around.
Of course now my son has got the RHPS bug.
Damn, that makes me feel old.
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That was my experience, too, Lioness.
Halfway through the movie, I suddenly felt I was all alone in the world.
I just didn’t get it.
Still don’t.
I even rented it once, so I could watch it in peace to figure out what I was missing.
Couldn’t get through it.
According to the Pope, a woman can be a saint, but not a priest.
I just find the movie kinda silly and juvenile, though I do like many of the performers. It strikes me as a clean-cut high-school kid’s idea of “shocking.”
If you wanna see the real thing, watch the early John Waters films–Mondo Trasho, Multiple Maniacs, Pink Flamingos.
Has anybody seen my plastic duck? I wish I knew why it was so dark in here. What is that funny smell? Mom, is that you? I was thinking of a pretty cool sponge but the lemons went bad, they were all sour. Pass the toast, I’m trying to forget.
Oh, goody, a chance to diss just about everybody…
(deep breath)
It ain’t a movie, it’s an experience. Satan et al zeroed in on it: it’s a low cunning, high camp celebration of bad taste. If you aren’t in the mood, or the crowd ain’t right, it’s a waste of time.
But, like the Python discussion and others, the chemistry is tricky but when it works, it’s sublime.
Of course, I also proudly own Plan 9 From Outer Space, Animal House, Buckaroo Banzai, the Addams family I and II, The Producers and Attack of the Killer Shrews. Hey, me and Elvira (and Stephen King); fans Le Chien Cinema. Or, it’s a dog and bays at the moon but you don’t even have to wrecked to laugh your ass off…IF you’re in the mood for it. (Forgot Fargo, Men in Black, Manhattan…)
RHPS is just quirky, by design. The experience is so idiocyncratic it doesn’t always translate.
Of course I also honked, hooted and laughed my way through rotten connections b/w Midway and O’Hare on the strength of purile dialog from “Airport”…
HAM ON FIVE! HOLD THE MAYO!
Knuckles dragging the ground,
Veb