Parental guidance suggested. Get your top hat and your spike heels, grab a whip, grab a chain, and get it on for The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Sorry, Norman Rockwell doesn't live here anymore. Say hello to Harry Reems, get a rattlesnake by mail. Check it out.
Life is slick and bright and noisy, but there's a softness here, a crumbling behind the gloss.
Chuck Barris is the man of the hour. Sure he's tacky, but he's having a swell time. Chuck Barris is perfect. Disco, with its red-raw beat and endless climaxes, is the anthem of the '70s. We have raised image over substance, reduced sensuality to its crudest, most efficient forms.