Rocky Horror Picture Show, a Review

Rocky Horror Picture Show, a Review

Within this week's article, I give a review about the odd but eye-catching cult classic, "Rocky Horror Picture Show".

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In a recent turn of events, I can finally say that I am no longer a Rocky Virgin. At the Saenger Theater in Downtown Hattiesburg, I experienced what was probably the weirdest event. "Rocky Horror Picture Show" is a cult classic movie released in 1975. It follows the characters, Brad and Janet, as they meet peculiar characters. I grew up watching this movie and street performers who reenact the "Time Warp" every Halloween. My family even has memories surrounding an incident where my sister managed to blow out the t.v. speakers during a watching of the movie. During the 80s or 90s, many angtsy teens who considered themselves to be "outcasts" would put on live performances of the show in front of a projector screen that showcased the film itself. This event gained much attention to the point where it still occurs today and has been mentioned in books such as "The Perks of Being a Wallflower".

On the Friday before Halloween, I got to live like a wallflower. My friend and I were both fans of the movie and decided to go impulsively the week before. I had heard about the audience participation but it wasn't until my friend showed me the lists upon lists of quotes and actions did I realize just how much would happen. Grant it, the Hattiesburg production only gave me a snippet of all that can happen during a watching. We got to the theater early for good spots. I had dressed up at the heroine, Janet Weiss, who begins the show a simple and modest pink and white outfit. It wasn't uncommon to dress up, in fact, it was weird not to.

The Hattiesburlesqe started the event off with performances as well as a costume closet. I went on stage, along with a few other girls who had dressed as various versions of Janet to see who was the best dressed. Naturally, the girl who was dressed as Janet during "Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me" won, however, I was still able to stay on stage to do the Time Warp with the Hattiesburlesqe. Once the introduction was done, we all watched the movie in a way that most people wouldn't expect. I barely knew enough to keep up, but I quickly learned simple things to shout at the screen. Even now, when I hear the name "Janet Weiss", I instinctively shout "SL*T", I'm cursed with the thought what happens when elbows touch, the picture of a man and wondering where his neck even is, and much more.

Included with the ten dollar admission feed, every audience member was given a small brown paper bag filled with props to be used during certain parts of the movie. We had a piece of newspaper to cover our heads from the rain, rain which came from tiny water guns shot by the audience. A single rubber glove to put on loudly with a "pop!". A plastic Champagne glass for yet a wonderful toast given by Dr. Frank-n-Furter, a transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.

In the original production of Rocky, the mad but vibrant character of Dr. Frank-n-Furter was played by none other than Tim Curry. Throughout the movie, Curry is dressed (somewhat) in drag and is obsessed with creating himself the perfect man, Rocky. The movie begins to get confusing once we see the characters Brad and Janet enter into the Frankenstein Place where they meet an assortment of strange characters who generally make no logical sense. The confusion is only enhanced at the end, from a series of events that I couldn't possibly explain without not only spoiling it but also because it is explainable in itself. While I had the time of my life during the event, I can guarantee that I still am unsure of what the movie itself is about. All I know is that I will be there again next year.

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To the guy that shot my brother...

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To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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