I rented the movie from Blockbuster Video when, well, Blockbuster Video still existed. I’d heard all the stories about how it was all about the audience participation and storywise it was mostly forgettable, but I wanted to see the whole thing at least once. (Well, mostly I wanted to see if it had that one theater song Fun Factory blasted over the speakers for a few months for some bizarre reason.)
It was definitely a “B” movie, a “midnight matinee”, a “schock feature”, whatever the proper term for this was in 1975. Gaudy, shameless, chaotic, without even the pretense of an actual plot. Essentially one of those movies where A Bunch of Stuff Happens, like Fantasia, or perhaps Moonwalker (dang, I gotta see the whole thing one of these days). Didn’t strike me as particularly daring; I agree with whoever said it looked like what a repressed 14-year-old would consider sexy. Entertainment-wise, it was fairly decent, but not particularly memorable and certainly nothing I’d ever rent a second time.
But then, it’s that “audience participation” thingy that’s kept this alive for so many years. Look…I know it was a fluke, and I accept that. There are a thousand B-schocknights that could’ve become a lasting cultural phenomenon because a bunch of college kids started giving hammy responses and it caught on. My problem is that the routines have now become so ingrained that there’s nothing at all organic about it, nothing creative, which is supposed to be the whole damn point of AP. The DVD had an option where you could be given prompted for each AP action.
And yes, I understand this makes me a tiny minority, but been there, done that, got the DLC. I hated the audience cutaways. “Look! Here’s the thing you say now! Here’s how you respond emotionally!” No. No, no, no, no. Screw that to Antarctica. First off, they were misused; completely out of the blue and highly jarring. Go watch The Muppet Movie again to see how audience shots are done without completely disrupting the flow of the movie.
And the rest of the show? A Bunch of Stuff Happens. It did seem noticeably tamer than the original: The costumes were a little more modest, the trans stuff was less in-your-face, and I don’t recall Eddie being hacked to death with an axe. I never particularly liked any of the songs and I don’t like them now. (I remember one publicist saying that the super-high voices in Time Warp were supposed to evoke Alvin and The Chipmunks. Dude…if someone tells you that your singing sounds like Alvin and The Chipmunks, that is not a compliment.)
Final verdict: Ho-hum. Could someone do Jesus Christ Superstar? That one sounds ridiculous enough that it might be fun.