The first appreciate the film for the shameless glee it exudes. For these, "Rocky Horror" is good, not-so-clean fun, and it's not unlike the naughty expression on Marilyn Monroe's face when her pure white dress blew upward in in the breeze.
The second look at the film as an erotic statement. "Rocky Horror" is not a joke, it's an aphrodisiac. It's first-rate Spanish Fly for subversives, the perfect mood-setter to a night of unhinged exhibitionism and sexual deviancy.
And after 26 years of providing fans either a chuckle or a shiver of anticipation, the soundtrack that encapsulates the film still delivers. But the dark undercurrents of the score have grown even darker with time.
On first listen, the album is pure "'70s Rock-n-Roll" camp, and it's admirable in its refusal to pretend otherwise. Between the rollicking rhythm of "Time Warp" to the classic "Sweet Transvestite" -- and the soul who can listen without laughing is a poor soul indeed --
