Consolation Prize
Jun. 21st, 2008 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI still have next weekend blocked out in my Outlook schedule for the Pitch-and-Shop conference I was duly rejected for.
No matter.
Turns out, next Friday and Saturday will be the first performances in ages, in this city at least, of the classic 70s filmage of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
At the downtown multiplex, born as a General Cinema, briefly an Angelika, and now the homegrown local chain's flagship. Midnights on Friday and Saturday, with a more manageable 10 a.m. performance in between with a pre-film lecture about the RHPS experience.
It's been years since I've yelled "LIPS!" at a screen. Don't believe a word of that Wikipedia bullshit about the phenomenon beginning at a Village theater in NYC; it was a crowd of suburban teenagers at the Mini Cinema in Uniondale, Long Island that lofted the film to midnight popularity in the mid-70s. I popped my own cherry there sometime in 1977, saw it numerous times in Ithaca between then and '81, and even caught a London screening in the summer of 1983, the only place where my friends Kate and Susan were the only other ones who knew the lines. It's been years since any local venue has dared show the Show, owing to the theater damage caused by candle wax, water pistols, toast slices and other distractions, but damn. I've missed the thing.
So. A week from today. 10 a.m. Who's with me?
No matter.
Turns out, next Friday and Saturday will be the first performances in ages, in this city at least, of the classic 70s filmage of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
At the downtown multiplex, born as a General Cinema, briefly an Angelika, and now the homegrown local chain's flagship. Midnights on Friday and Saturday, with a more manageable 10 a.m. performance in between with a pre-film lecture about the RHPS experience.
It's been years since I've yelled "LIPS!" at a screen. Don't believe a word of that Wikipedia bullshit about the phenomenon beginning at a Village theater in NYC; it was a crowd of suburban teenagers at the Mini Cinema in Uniondale, Long Island that lofted the film to midnight popularity in the mid-70s. I popped my own cherry there sometime in 1977, saw it numerous times in Ithaca between then and '81, and even caught a London screening in the summer of 1983, the only place where my friends Kate and Susan were the only other ones who knew the lines. It's been years since any local venue has dared show the Show, owing to the theater damage caused by candle wax, water pistols, toast slices and other distractions, but damn. I've missed the thing.
So. A week from today. 10 a.m. Who's with me?