The Rocky Horror Remake is Bafflingly Straight

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Well, Fox. You did it. And by “it,” I mean you scrubbed and sanded one of the flagship pieces of alternative queer media until it was 87% heterosexual. Congratufuckinglations, Murdoch and co., I knew you could do. I just wanted to believe you had more class.

Let me back up a little bit.

I am decidedly one of those folks for whom, as a young person, the Rocky Horror Picture Show was a deeply influential movie – I’ve written about that influence and the impact of the original in some depth, in fact, so I’ll try to keep any personal touch short here. Suffice it to say, it holds a very special place in my heart, not as a group experience but something that I as a rural kid could use as a way to feel slightly less alone in the world.

A remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show is not the most heinous idea. The show is inevitably a period piece twice over, first of the squeaky clean June Cleaver image of the 1950s in the form of the closeted-and-repressed Brad and Janet (of whom I will always be fond) and then of the 1970s ideal of what queerness and sexual liberation look like. Both of those things have to be grappled with, and you have to get away from the ossified reverence born of the now-stilted and scripted midnight showings, but it’s not impossible.

For example, you could easily get rid of the fact that Frank’s supposed seduction of Brad and Janet is coercion at best by, say, having Frank decide to leave so each party has to actively consent. You could play with various levels of queer interaction rather than playing to Frank as the Evil Seductive Pansexual corrupting everyone around him, not to mention varieties of gender presentation now that there are more terms and flexible concepts available than “transvestite/transsexual” (author Richard O’Brien has since come out as nonbinary, so there’s a start). You could work with diverse casting (the only point this adaptation actually succeeds on). You could do a whole riff on how respectability politics have swept the very idea and fluidity of queerness that the original celebrated under the rug. There’s stuff to work with here.

Sadly, surprising no one, the RHPS remake (or Rocky Horror Picture Show: Let’s Do the Time Warp Again, as it is laboriously titled) is not interested in playing substantially with the text. It is interested in marketing, and it shows its hand on this front from the credits on by framing the show with a midnight screening (full disclosure: while I’m aware and glad that the midnight shows were a source of comfort and community for many, I’ve never liked them: over time they’ve come to feel something like zoos for straight people, the fact that it makes audiences think they have license to abuse the actors at live stage renditions makes me want to claw my face off, and I’ve heard as many stories of harassment as I have of camaraderie).

Most damningly for this new film version, it means the remake is constantly winking at itself, stopping to pose and say “hey, you remember that moment?,” breaking the ostensible self-seriousness of the original movie that made the camp work while masturbating away on that brand name. Only metaphorically masturbating, of course, because this is about the most sexless rendition of Rocky Horror I’ve ever seen. I thought the introduction using the usher might’ve been prelude to a striptease, which isn’t uncommon at live shows, but no. Rocky’s wearing baggy boxers instead of a speedo, anything that might come close to resembling actual groping in something like “Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me” is gone in favor of general hand circling in the vicinity of erogenous zones, and all legs remain firmly closed. Hell, even the good gore bits are gone, like hiding Eddie’s disemboweled body in the table. It’s filmed, don’t give me that stage conventions crap. HANNIBAL AIRED ON NETWORK TELEVISION. More damningly, I think the travesty of an homage Glee made to the show might’ve had more edge.

And then there’s Laverne Cox, who isn’t so much playing a character as she is modeling a series of admittedly fabulous outfits while doing some better-than-average lounge numbers. She has none of the pathetic, dangerous fury of Curry’s Frank, a comparison I can’t help but make because of how much of the film she spends blatantly echoing his performance. Put simply, she doesn’t feel dangerous or alluring, so while she can hold a crowd I never once forget that I’m watching Laverne Cox. It hurts to watch, it really does, not least because Cox is a demonstrably talented actor in other projects. But with the final project as it is, she feels more like a talisman against cries of straightwashing from people like me than the ideal choice for the role. As if a terrified gaggle of network executives gathered together in a panic to think of all the trans and queer actors they knew, and could think of only one after many hours of effort.

Casting a woman as Frank could’ve been an interesting choice in its own right (and Frank is unambiguously a woman here – they’ve adjusted the script to use female pronouns and everything), but the fact that Cox is both a woman and femme presenting takes a crucial element of genderfluidity away from the character (for Curry’s Frank couldn’t be called androgynous so much as picking and choosing conventions as he liked them). And when it goes, a substantial chunk of the movie’s queerness goes with it.

Brad’s whole awakening deal makes exactly zero sense after an apparently positive experience with a woman, the way Janet’s actions are structured means that HER queer experience is glossed over in favor of running to a man, and even the majority of background touchy-feeliness, from the party guests to the theatre goers, is heterosexual. Even the background makeout scene with Columbia and Magenta is gone, and same-gender lips quite carefully never touch during the floor show – Frank tangles tongues with Rocky in the pool and then…very delicately hugs Columbia around the shoulders. It’s baffling.

What’s worse is the bare, grasping bits of non-heteronormativity that do survive only throw the rest of it into sharper relief: Cox and Victoria Justice are basically the only two people with any genuine chemistry (Justice is impressive in general, actually, bringing a great playfulness to Janet from the word go), and Ryan McCartan sells Brad’s embrace of sensuality during the floor show better than any other actor I’ve seen do the scene (including Bostwick). But the majority of it feels like so much surface-level lip service, placing rainbow flags in the background of a supposedly 50s satire when that flag wasn’t in use until four years after the release of the original film.

If I’ve spent a lot of time on this one particular element, I hope you’ll forgive me – it’s just that it’s by far the only interesting thing going on. The rest of it is just run-of-the-mill bad television. The covers of most of the songs range from middling to pretty awful; the blatant attempts to mine the camp of the original by and large fall flat, because attempts to create camp purposefully are doomed from the word go, and some of the choreography was so stunted as to make my skeleton crawl out of my skin for a brief flesh nap.

“Sword of Damacles,” which in the film attained at least a degree of franticness thanks to the POV camera and Curry’s madcap flailing, now consists of the cast patiently backing up so that Staz Nair’s Rocky can walk his few steps in time with the music while Cox steps lightly to the place where she needs to fail to “catch” him until the next phrase. “Planet Schmanet, Janet” is bizarrely cruel after Cox’s put together performance and her genuine spark with Justice. It’s just a weird, failed mess, and the brief glimmers of potential and thought – the diverse cast, the escaped bits of eroticism, Adam Lambert’s passable Meatloaf impression, the really great costuming, and the inclusion of the crucial thematic clincher “Superheroes” – just make it more enraging than if it had been totally throwaway.

If you’re really looking for a different experience than the usual rewatch of the original, I’d suggest the 40th anniversary staging the BBC filmed on last year – it’s the original production, warts and all, but at least I didn’t walk away from that version feeling insulted.

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5 comments on “The Rocky Horror Remake is Bafflingly Straight

  1. vilsal says:

    Maybe it’s better this way, at least for the show. A world in which the Fox Network can produce an authentic version of RHPS is a world where RHPS has lost its meaning.

  2. hecker says:

    “You could do a whole riff on how respectability politics have swept the very idea and fluidity of queerness that the original celebrated under the rug.” That’s actually a pretty interesting idea–Frank N. Furter not as a transgressive and dangerous presence, but as a presumed-irrelevant relic of a bygone age. However it sounds like it’s beyond the conception, let alone the capability, of the people who (re)made this.

  3. Chris G. says:

    I agree with most of your points. I’d like to add that I feel that there was an attempt to modernize it, but only superficially. So, it feels like a giant anachronism. The Transylvanians are given a more updated look (especially Columbia) and Eddie looks more “1980s punk” than “1950s greaser”. It also brings some confusion as far as Dr. Scott’s involved, with Frank implying he’s a former Nazi scientist, since this version has him as not German, and black (and still alive in 2016?).

    A lot of it feels like they missed the point. Rocky’s dressed more conservatively even though the tiny gold trunks were emphasizing his original purpose as a living sex toy for Frank. A lot of the references to old sci-fi movies were lost as well (I did enjoy Science Fiction/Double Feature, though).

    • Vrai Kaiser says:

      Superficial is the word for it. There didn’t seem to be much sense of what made the story tick, especially not the b-movie elements. More a grab at what seemed marketable.

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