Power shag theater
Classic '80s metal for a Glee-obsessed America!
Published: November 17, 2010
Last Wednesday night, the Wonder Twins teased their hair and applied blue eye shadow up to their eyebrows for Rock of Ages, the five-time Tony-nominated musical of massive rock proportions starring American Idol also-ran Constantine Maroulis. You'll note that ROA is jam-packed with '80s arena rock anthems by the likes of Whitesnake, Poison, Quiet Riot and Twisted Sister, all filtered through the Broadway musical wringer.
Laura: Rock of Ages seems like your dream come true — a musical based on hair metal hits of the mid- to late '80s.
D'Anne: Seriously. I'm not big on Stephen Sondheim or Andrew Lloyd Webber, but David Coverdale and Bon Jovi? Now those are the great songwriters of my time.
Laura: George and Ira Gershwin only wish they had come up with lines like, "I'm just another heart in need of rescue, waiting on love's sweet charity" and "I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all."
D'Anne: Exactly. And face-rocking was high on the agenda at Rock of Ages. The audience was basically like, "Please, Constantine Maroulis, rock our faces the whole night through."
Laura: And Maroulis, of course, plays Drew, the hair rocker hopeful with a heart of gold who's looking for his big break, but in the meantime is cleaning toilets and emptying vomit-filled trash bags at the Bourbon Room — L.A.'s coolest glam metal venue.
D'Anne: And he's totally focused on his "I Wanna Rock!" dream until Sherrie, the naively sweet Kansas bumpkin with super nice T&A, rolls into town looking for her big break as a movie star. ...
Laura: It's pretty obvious where this plot is going to go ...
D'Anne: You mean both Drew and Sherrie end up drugged, raped and left in a Dumpster after Guns 'N Roses and Mötley Crüe are done snorting lines of coke off of their dead bodies?
Laura: No, D'Anne. Rock of Ages is a musical "about dreaming big, playing loud and partying on." It is not meant to paint a realistic picture of what would happen to two people as ditsy and trusting as Drew and Sherrie in the underbelly of L.A.'s perverse '80s rock scene.
D'Anne: Right. Sorry.
Laura: The Fisher Theatre was packed. A surprising number of elderly people. I'm going to go out on a limb and say they're season ticket holders and not Twisted Sister fans.
D'Anne: Probably accurate. Though there is no age limit on rocking out.
Laura: It was a fun show, ... but the plot was a little thin to say the least.
D'Anne: I think the trouble lies largely in the limitations of the source material. A lot of the songs they used were a stretch for the narrative point they were trying to make.
Laura: True — but generally, when a musical is built around pre-existing songs, it tends to be pretty weak from a narrative perspective (see: Mama Mia). But people don't care about that — they just want to hear songs they know.
D'Anne: That's true. And people all around us were singing and clapping and making devil horns through the whole performance. It's like they thought they were at Harpo's.
Laura: Except these people would never go to Harpo's. Ever.
D'Anne: But the music of Rock of Ages isn't the '80s metal for your burnout, alcoholic, mullet-clad cousin with a pregnant 14-year-old girlfriend and a Night Ranger patch on his jean jacket.
Laura: No. This is '80s metal for a Glee-obsessed America.
D'Anne: They left some of the grime and degradation intact — sex in bathroom stalls, strippers, a few F-bombs — but, for the most part, Rock of Ages is closer to The Sound of Music than Appetite for Destruction.
Laura: Yeah, but I don't think I've ever heard somebody say "fuck" in a musical before, though. And I've seen Les Misérables.
D'Anne: This was no Les Misérables. This wasn't even Cats.
Laura: As soon as "Cum on Feel the Noize" filled the theater, I knew we were in trouble, and it was sung by what seemed like a flamingly gay biker dude.
D'Anne: I liked when Sherrie's parents sing "Sister Christian" to try to persuade her not to run to California. Very touching.
Laura: Even better, the woman who played Sherrie's mother also plays the role of the West Hollywood madam.
D'Anne: It must be really disorienting to run away from your small town Kansas life only to find out your mom is the den mother at a whorehouse on the Sunset Strip. And she wants to hire you!
Laura: Except you think she's trying to pick you up, so you recoil and yell, "Nice try, but I don't go that way!"
D'Anne: That should have been her response when the Strip's biggest star (and total douche bag), Stacee Jaxx, said to her, "Kinda noisy in here — maybe you'd wanna hang out in the men's bathroom?"
Laura: I'm here to tell you, that's a pickup line that gets results.
D'Anne: Well, it seemed to work for him — it's mentioned several times that he's slept with every lady on the Strip.
Laura: Also at least one tranny and a llama. Rock and roll!
D'Anne: Also, this show is really gay. If by gay, you mean, packed with cheap gay jokes.
Laura: Very true — everything from "Is he gay, or is he German?" to tranny strippers. The audience was all about it though.
D'Anne: They loved Franz, the mincing German son-of-a-developer.
Laura: A gay-acting German parading around in a Spandex leotard is a guaranteed crowd-pleaser!
D'Anne: It is never made clear why Franz and his father are so hell-bent on cleaning up the Sunset Strip. Why do these Germans hate L.A. so much?
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