The Rocky Horror Picture Show

It is perhaps bizarre but original. Unfortunately, it's also a somewhat uncoordinated affair, which after a rousing opening starts to rehash the stereotypical system of musicals without any further innovation or invention. Sharman earns points with promising hints, but he could have pushed a little harder. That’s quite unfortunate because this madness stands on its own two feet only thanks to the divine Tim Curry, whose tranny creation is unparalleled on screen. All in all, it’s as entertaining as De Palma's (sadly underrated) Phantom of the Paradise. (20/04/2007)

A musical whose plot is merely an ingenious backdrop for an enormous cinematic legacy and a celebration of artistic and life's incoherence and extravagance. It gets a bit slow in the end, but otherwise it’s an absolutely unprecedented and deservedly iconic whirlwind of funny musical sketches, cleverly written, wittily staged and, above all, incredibly acted! Tim Curry is phenomenal as a transsexual caricature of a mad horror scientist, as if he was born for this insane and unique role in film history, and it's all embellished and spiced up with two more cherries than the adorable Susan Sarandon, whose feminine assets I want to see at home every day.... just want! 85% (15/02/2017)

Even in an ordinary screening, without high heels, rattles and rubber gloves, The Rocky Horror Picture Show is endlessly entertaining and, during the existential songs, it is a touching defence of eccentricity and a tribute to the sci-fi and horror B-movies of Val Lewton and William Castle. Thanks to the tastelessness, affectedness and consciousness of its own decadence, every gesture, every prop and every deviant costume screams “camp”. The film dares us to despise it and dance with it. Both surprisingly happen at the same time, inviting us to experience it again and again, just like repeatedly listening to the soundtrack (I’ve had “Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me” stuck in my head for a few weeks). 90% (01/01/2012)

Susan Sarandon almost constantly in lingerie, a free-spirited transvestite, a castle of freaks, a fat biker, a reversal of puritanism, and good taste getting one slap in the face after another. This trip to the strangest castle in the area simply turned out as contradictory as expected. The songs are mostly fine and catchy, but the plot they are attached to is unbearably bizarre and always completely unrelated to any hint of a storyline. And of course, the best song is "Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me". (24/10/2010)

What more can I say about the presumed musical legend, than that its humor, as well as the individual songs, were just not my cup of tea. And I respect the British humor as well as I respect a similar sounding music. Nevertheless, since I’ve heard endless stories of how people are dedicated to this movie, I will refrain from a more in-depth review. It will be for the better. (29/03/2016)