SINCE thrusting its way into the consciousness of theatre goers in 1973, Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Show has become the ultimate cult classic, persuading many a drama student, Goth and mild-mannered bank clerk to don suspenders and stilettos in the name of camp comedy.
If you’ve somehow avoided Rocky Horror these past three decades, a quick summary is probably in order: two engaged sweethearts, Brad and Janet, break down in the middle of nowhere, forcing them to take refuge in the castle of a decadent Transylvanian transsexual called Frank N Furter.
If that sounds like the plot for one of those awful black and white horror movies, then that’s exactly the point, as Rocky Horror goes on to pay homage to every low-budget B-movie cliché you can think of, be it vampires, laser guns, mad scientists or Frankenstein’s Monster and all to a soundtrack of 50s rock ’n’ roll.
