by Martin Brady
For those who like their musical fare less highbrow — but no less compelling — Boiler Room Theatre's The Rocky Horror Show is a surefire tonic. Megan Murphy Chambers' directorial debut at BRT is an unqualified success, as she mines the show for all of its sexual playfulness and campy, 1950s-style sci-fi madness.
Her efforts are helped immeasurably by the visual contributions of tech director Anthony Popolo, effects and projections designer Jack Chambers and mural artist Jena Skinner. Meanwhile, musical director Jamey Green and a small combo tightly deliver the catchy rock 'n' roll score.
The thoroughly committed cast of 13 sings and dances its way through the 18 numbers, including a super-rousing "Time Warp." Geoff Davin's Frank-N-Furter is all that "a sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania" should be, and his slightly slurred Southern accent and half-baked pompadour lend his portrayal an Elvis-like quality — not least when he sings the gospel-tinged "I'm Going Home."
The rest of the versatile ensemble is terrific, as are Billy Ditty's goth-influenced costumes, and the exaggerated, tongue-in-cheek dialogue gets laughs throughout.
Even at 38 years old, Rocky still doesn't quite look like a conventional theater piece. Happily, it manages to maintain its deliciously twisted edge, and a sense of outright fun.