Rock of Ages is technically a jukebox musical: a stage presentation of comedy, drama and song in which, instead of using original songs, the writers build a story out of existing music, re-purposing it to retrofit a plot or a plot point. Think Mamma Mia.
But really, the jukebox that matters is the list of songs on videogames like Rock Band and Guitar Hero. They seem to make up the soundtrack for Rock of Ages, both in its long-running Broadway incarnation and now in the new film version.
I'm too much of a snob to go see Rock of Ages on stage, but I'll admit to having fun -- and even laughing a few times -- at Adam Shankman's movie version. It offers a view of the music business -- from fans up to the top talent -- that is both outlandishly exaggerated and surprisingly adroit. And it features one of the outstandingly out-there performances in Tom Cruise's career.
And as for that soundtrack, it amounts to an accretion of the kind of cheesy globules that clogged the arteries of the pop music charts during this period (the film starts in 1987). Journey, Pat Benatar, Def Leppard -- sort of a who's who of the early days of MTV, for better or worse.
So here is my dilemma: How can I admit I enjoyed myself more than I expected to at a movie that celebrates and further enshrines music I tend to hate?
I'll further cop to the fact that I was primed to dismiss this movie, just as I dismiss most of the music on which it's built. But I can't dismiss it. While my opinion of the music hasn't changed, I had fun watching the movie.
Granted, as a tale of teens fighting to make it in an unjust world, Rock of Ages is pretty toothless. The model here is, at least, partly Hairspray, either the John Waters original or the Broadway musical (which was made into a film by Rock of Ages director Adam Shankman). But Hairspray had the actual villain of racial prejudice as part of its conflict.
Rock of Ages, however, takes as its boogie-man a group of conservative housewives, based on the ones led by Tipper Gore, then the wife of a young Tennessee Senator, who lobbied to get labels placed on record albums (remember those?) warning of obscene content. So, in this film, a conservative female group fighting the evils of heavy-metal becomes the paper tiger against which the forces of rock'n'roll must battle.
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