Because it’s one of “those weeks,” this is recycled and adapted from a post I made at TWoP.
As you know from a previous blog entry, I was one of “those people” in 1978-79. I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Biograph in Chicago fiftysomething times. I sometimes dressed up, I always had rice and toast to throw, and I helped my friends with their costumes because my one domestic skill is sewing. It’s thirty plus years later and I can probably still quote this movie word for word and song for song. So, do you think I loved or hated the Rocky Horror Glee Show episode?
To me, the whole point of RHPS is not about recreating it perfectly, it’s about making it your own. And in that sense, the episode worked for me. Glee made it their own. Maybe not the same way you would, or I would, or some other TV show would. But that’s a good thing to me.
Mr. Schue’s line about Rocky Horror being for outcasts bothered me a little bit (as did many things about Mr. Schue in this episode) because back then I never thought of myself as an outcast or a misfit, although I probably was. To me and my friends, it was just a place we could go and get creative, act a little crazy, have some fun, and of course, do the Time Warp again.
One thing that was just getting started around the time I started moving on from RHPS was the trend towards “official” performing troupes at the various midnight show theatres, rather than more informal groups of the obsessed acting out the show. I didn’t care for that trend because it turned something that was more inclusive to just another place where cliques and the food chain took over.
Again, this was more about me than about Glee, so I’ll get back to the show with one more observation. I’ve said in the past that Glee is evil and this episode added another reason: it made me almost like John Stamos. I have never been a fan. Way back when, I watched All My Children, not General Hospital. I’m too old to have cared about Full House and I absolutely hated him as Tony Gates on E.R. even more than I usually hate the inevitable “paramedic who thinks he is too good to be a medic and must become a doctor” character. I found myself almost liking him as Carl in this episode, up to and including his version of “Hot Patootie”. Damn you once again, Glee!
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