I remember the first time I saw Rocky Horror. I was about 14 and I was at my then-best-friend’s family’s farm in Stellenbosch for the weekend. I’m pretty sure it was around the same time that The O.C premiered, so the time frame seems right. We had gone to bed and switched on the TV, and well, Rocky Horror is what was on. We decided to watch it, not really knowing what it entailed, but loving watching something-we-probably-shouldn’t-have-been-watching in secret. The truth is, I don’t even know if I stayed awake to watch the whole thing.
So we were all naturally excited that Rocky Horror was coming to the stage in Cape Town and the bunch of us decided it would be the perfect place to celebrate my friend’s bachelorette. After pre-drinks and many male-genitalia oriented clothing accessories, we escorted the (already drunken) bride-to-be to the Fugard Theatre to watch the show. I mean being greeted into the cinema but the usher lady saying “I don’t want to see your ticket, but I’d love to see what’s under your shirt…” may have had me feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but at least we knew with our Partici…pation packs in tow, we were ready for a night of fun and obviously lots of laughter.
I love the theater. I loved the actors, the characters, the dancing, the singing and especially the special touches such as the awesome graphics. You really have to see it to understand what I’m talking about. I won’t lie about feeling particularly uncomfortable during a certain scene, but the rest was great. Except when you don’t realise what is going on at the end because you haven’t seen the full movie… but upon some Googling, I academically understood the show as a tribute the B-movie horror genre (sorry, film major geek right here).
It’s a fantastic production, so, well, if you haven’t booked your tickets yet – well, why haven’t you?