Campy musical-comedy-horror cult classic, released in 1975. Directed by Jim Sharman, based on the play written by Richard O'Brien, with lots of cool songs, also by O'Brien. Starred Tim Curry as Dr. Frank N. Furter, Susan Sarandon as Janet Weiss, Barry Bostwick as Brad Majors, Little Nell Campbell as Columbia, Patricia Quinn as Magenta, O'Brien as Riff Raff, Meat Loaf as Eddie, Peter Hinwood as Rocky, Jonathan Adams as Dr. Scott, and Charles Gray as the Criminologist.
The plot involves Brad and Janet who are unexpectedly stranded at -- oh, fuck the plot. It's not that bad, but nobody gives a damn about the plot. The entire point of this movie is to go to a decent midnight show, dress up like the characters, auction off the Rocky Horror Virgins, squirt water guns, throw toast, wear newspaper over your head, dance the "Time Warp" in the aisle, sing "Sweet Transvestite", and shiver with antici
"SAY IT!"
pation. The film itself is not the point. The point is getting out of the house, enjoying the spectacle, dressing up in fishnets, and hanging with a bunch of similarly whacked-out loons who don't really care if you're gay, straight, or a Salvadoran donkey-fancier. You can watch the movie, if you really want to, but you'll miss out on the show if you do.