PUB CRAWL

Turns Out, It Isn’t The Rocky “Horrible” Picture Show

Falling in love with the weirdest and wackiest parts of myself

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When I was growing up, The Rocky Horror Picture Show was the butt of several of my father’s jokes. For whatever reason, he’d come to the outrageously erroneous conclusion that the film was only watched by an outré subculture in Manitoba, Canada, and that the rest of the world had long forgotten it. Possibly even buried it in an unmarked grave somewhere deep in the woods near a gloomy old castle while it rains.

Why the show popped up on TV religiously every Halloween none of us could fathom. We never attempted to watch it, smug in our certainty that it was a waste of our time, and flicked over to ER or whatever else was playing on the one other channel our rabbit ears could catch deep in the countryside. What a waste of airtime was a truth we universally acknowledged.

So I was dismayed when I discovered it was a headliner for my season tickets to the theatre one year. Wrapping up my final year of undergrad, I was certain it would be poorly done and most likely a waste of 2 & 1/2 precious hours that I would rather be catching up on my never-ending reading list.