The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Do The Time Warp Again
A PG-13 version of the original. What was edgy and cool, is now banal and mainstream (after Hairspray). Emotionally worse, even thought it’s a mostly faithful remake better in all possible ways: it’s nicer looking, the music is better arranged, the actors sing their own songs.
They tweak all the TV-unsafe bits: no intentional nipple slips, no cannibalism, the biker Eddy “shooting up junk” remains in the lyrics, but he’s drinking Jack Daniels in the pictures, and “rock-and-roll porn” is a scantly clad pin up girl.
The framing device of the cinema showing the film itself, with trademark audience participation is just self-fellatio nonsense.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.