The Rocky Horror Picture Show

OK, another film whose cult status I can’t understand. The ear-shattering, awful 1970s music does highlight the depravity on screen, but it also made the film almost unwatchable. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is perverted in the exact awfully perverted fashion that I can’t understand, let alone like. On top of that, Tim Curry is almost unpleasantly convincing in the role of a sweet transvestite from the transsexual planet Transylvania… Overall, it was one of the least imitable film experiences I’ve ever had, and I’m giving it two stars for that, but my tastes are elsewhere. (15/02/2009)

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)

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)

I didn't expect to enjoy the film very much. It's talked about too much as a cult classic, but in its case, it's absolutely deserved. Great performances in a brilliantly twisted script, dominated by Tim Curry, and of course, the songs that easily get under the viewer's skin. This is alternative beauty. (12/10/2015)