No Halloween would be complete without TRHPS.
When I was young I enjoyed going to the theater, bringing my toast, newspaper, lighter, fish nets and loudly yelling, “Borrrrriiinng!” when the Narrator/Criminologist came onscreen, etc.
Now I’m soooo much older and way more mature, so I fondly smile at the astrophysically campy antics of Dr. Frank N. Furter, Brad, Janet, Magenta, Columbia, Eddie, Rocky, and sigh, Riff Raff, but on occasion, I still jump to the left, then a step to right…
Nothing beats a cheesy B-grade movie shared with friends.
If you haven’t seen this, you’re not interested or missing out…
I’d also like to wish Tim Curry a full and speedy recovery from his stroke earlier this year.
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