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FRIDAY, MAY 5. 1978
Page 11
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By J. WAGNEK MINES
Battalion Staff
I just had a nightmare... .or an
^rotic fantasy, I’m not sure which.
You see, there’s this movie,
JncL.well, uh...it’s about this
ransvestite named Dr. Frank-N-
r urter.. .uh...I mean, it’s a sa-
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comedy...ana there’s a handy-
tan named Riff Raff... and the au-
Bience is singing along and throwing
|ice...oh, it’s also a musi-
|al...uh...uh...
Oh hell, there’s only one way to
Lplain the Rocky Horror Picture
Show. Go see it.
The movie has been playing as a
midnight feature at a College Sta
tion theater for the past several
weeks. Almost every night they
have had a full house.
Oh, and when you go see it, be
prepared. To put it mildly, the au
dience likes to get involved. In fact,
unless you have an I.Q. of 5 or less,
you’ll notice things are a little un
usual the minute you walk in.
Yes, that is a guy sitting over
there. Yes he is wearing makeup
and a dress. No, don’t ask questions,
just relax. After the movie’s over
you’ll understand everything.
The movie begins with a huge
pair of crimson lips. Yes, lips. Big
ones. Fully equipped with big white
teeth and a strangely, urn, unset
tling tongue.
Review
The lips sing a song. Listen care
fully to the words because they will
be your final warning. Consider
them a mere indication of things to
come. If you find yourself com-
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By JEFF GILLEY
Like a barker at a sideshow, the
ads for this new movie promise “ter-
or and suspense. Actually, “The
fury” is about as terrifying as a
piggy cartoon.
Review
I “The Fury, like its predecessor
ICarrie,’ is about psychic forces
[one wild. Robin (Andrew Stevens)
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Jeenagers with powerful
rectoc 'Sychokinetic abilities (the power to
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headed by John Cassavetes. Robin
believes his father (Kirk Douglas)
has been killed. Not so. To find his
son, Robin’s father joins forces with
Gillian, who has the gift of making
people hemorrhage. The writer in
ject lots of forced humor along the
way for the true masochists in the
audience.
It’s hackneyed and confused, but
rarely boring. “The Fury” is well
paced and has enough dead bodies
to please anyone. Winsome, believ
able Amy Irving and a straight-faced
Kirk Douglas keep the film afloat,
with a little help from John
William’s score.
Director Brian DePalma (“Sis
ters,’’ “Obsession,” “Carrie”)
doesn’t plagiarize Alfred Hitchcock
even once in this one, which may
make “The Fury” something of a
landmark for him. His style has im
proved, too — less of the artsy non
sense of his earlier films.
But DePalma’s mania for turning
characters into caricatures is pain
fully evident, much to the chagrin of
bad guy Cassavetes, who must slink
through the melodrama like an em
barrassing parody of Dr.
Stangelove, complete with black
suit, crooked, black-gloved arm, and
the same silly grin.
What DePalma never seems to
learn is that gore does not substitute
for suspense and a clever plot. He
should take a lesson from Hitch
cock, who insists he made “Psycho”
in black and white so he wouldn’t
have to show the blood in red.
That’s good taste. DePalma repor
tedly used 20 gallons of the stuff in
just one scene of “The Fury,” and
that’s not even in the imaginatively
bloody climax.
Those who like that sort of thing
will love The Fury. Otherwise,
there is little to recommend it, and
the people who pay $3.50 to see this
unthrilling thriller may be the really
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pletely repulsed, leave quickly. In a
few scenes you’ll be getting the
shock treatment.
The star of the show is Dr.
Frank-N-Furter. He’s a scientist
who is creating a man. He’s also a
sweet transvestite from Transsexual,
Transylvania. Honest. Those aren t
my words, they’re straight out of the
movie.
Maybe I’d better stop right here.
You'll probably think I’m crazy if I
tell you any more. In fact, you prob
ably think I’m crazy right now, don’t
you? Well, I m not. It’s just that I
happen to like the film. I ve seen it
six times. I even bought the sound
track. So who cares what you think?
I’ll keep going.
In addition to Frank, there are
Brad and Janet. They are the
healthy, normal kids who are rav
aged by Frank’s “crazed imagina
tion” when they are forced to stop at
his castle because of a flat tire.
Then there are Riff Raff and
Magenta, Frank’s servants who turn
villain in the end. There’s also
Frank’s creation, Rocky Horror, a
tanned muscleman with the mental
ity of a grasshopper. And there’s Dr.
Scott, a rival scientist; Columbia, a
groupie; and Eddie, Dr. Scott’s
nephew who serves a somewhat
grisly purpose for Frank.
And last, but by no means least,
there’s the audience. That’s right, I
said the audience. The movie has
been playing for several weekends
in College Station and up to a year
or more in some major cities. Yet
each weekend the audiences keep
getting bigger, wilder and weirder.
Most of them have seen the show
at least five or six times. Con
sequently, they know every part
and every song by heart. They don’t
hesitate to sing along, either.
In addition, there are several
parts of the movie to which
everyone responds physically.
There’s a wedding scene (cover your
head or you’ll get rice down your
shirt), there is a song called “There’s
a Light” (everyone holds up a candle
or lighter), a rainstorm scene (the
guys with the squirt guns are really
starting to multiply), and a scene
featuring a dance called the “Time
Warp” (don’t sit next to the aisle,
the dancers will block your view.)
If you decide to risk your sanity
and see the movie, plan to see it
twice: once to get used to things and
watch all the weirdos in the audi
ence, and another time to really
watch the film.
The experience would not be
nearly as impressive without all the
help from the crowd, but the movie
is superb in its own right. If you can
manage to keep your eyes on the
screen and hear all the dialogue,
you’ll realize that it successfully
ridicules horror movies, science fic
tion movies, today’s sexuality, and
about a dozen other things that have
been needing a good swift kick
where it counts.
But enough of all this. Im getting
the itch to do the Time Warp again.
Go. Leave. Stop reading right now
and go see the Rocky Horror Picture
Show for yourself.
It’s either a nightmare or an erotic-
fantasy. I’m not sure which, and I
want a second opinion.
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PHILADELPHIA—Six students
recently pulled an elaborate hoax
that fooled the president of the Uni
versity of Pittsburgh at Titusville, a
newspaper, and almost—but not
quite—the Quaker State Oil Refin
ing Corp.
The students wanted to see how
people in western Pennsylvania’s oil
country would react to an
impressive—if fake—entourage of
rich Saudi Arabian oil barons travel
ing around in public.
To stage the hoax, the students
spent $1,000 on costumes, makeup,
stationery, flags and a rented car.
Christopher Krysinski, 19, who
came up with the idea, constributed
$600 to the scheme.
“We just thought it would be
fun,” he said. “Some people go to
Walt Disney World and spend a
thousand dollars. We just did it in
Titusville.”
Krysinski played the fictitious
Crown Prince of Geptwab, Saudi
Arabia. His entourage included
Chris Rasmussen, 20, as his chauf
feur, and four others who imperso
nated Bal Shey-tar, the prince’s sec
retary; his half-brother; a body
guard, and an interpreter.
“We just walked around and ap
parently people believed us,”
Krysinski said.
Thinking it authentic, the Titus
ville Herald published a letter in
which the prince called Titusville an
“excellent location to live, work and
invest.” A reporter said the news
paper took the gag in good humor
and said the group had become “folk
heroes” to their fellow students.
A letter to the president of the
university’s Titusville branch, how
ever, had a different impact. It said
the prince had been “rudely insulted
by students on a visit and found the
school’s housing facilities “deplor
able.”
T had visions of $2 million going
down the drain when I read that let
ter,” Joseph Ball, the school’s presi
dent, told the Herald. But he
added, “It was a good-natured spoof
of self-viewed importance.
Krysinski and Rasmussen also
said the hoax sparked rumors that
the Quaker State Oil Refining Corp.
in Oil City would be sold to Arabs.
On April 9 the retinue took pictures
of the company’s headquarters.
However, Quentin E. Wood,
president and chief executive offi
cer, said the only thing the group
did was attract the attention of a se
curity guard who called police.
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• Judge, 85th District Court: 10 years
• County judge: 9 years
• Municipal judge: 4 years
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• 1948 graduate: Baylor University Law School
• World War II veteran
• Deacon and teacher of men’s Bible class: First
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