Late one evening, during a thunderstorm, a young couple have a puncture on a secluded road. They walk to a nearby castle to look for a phone. Once inside, they discover that the occupants are quite unusual.
If I could only watch one movie for the rest of my life, it would be THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. It’s always been there for me and in times of bottomless sorrow (like now, for example, locked in a nightmare beyond human endurance) it brings me a small form of joy.
I’m sure that if I wasn’t extremely depressed I could write many, many pretty words about Rocky Horror, but I cannot right now. Maybe one day. As for now I just wanted to make a simple post about my favorite movie of all time.
I’m sure that tonight I will fall asleep once again in a heartbroken state protected by its soft glow. The music at low volume singing a little. I haven’t quite let it die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
Some posts I made about Rocky Horror on my other blog.
