Picture this – you’re in a cinema, about to watch a movie called The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Suddenly, the audience starts heckling the actors on-screen, calling them bastards and s***s. Then rice and playing cards are thrown into the air around you. Before you know it, everyone’s on their feet dancing. Is there a gas leak in here? No. This is just another regular showing of the ultimate cult movie.
Best described as a musical valentine to pulpy sci-fi and horror movies of the Forties and Fifties, Rocky Horror began life on the London stage in 1973, its success fuelled by word-of-mouth and the sheer wildness of its premise: few bits of art begin with two upbeat suburbanites getting engaged at the beginning of the story, then winding up in an intergalactic bisexual pool orgy by its end.
