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True fun here: Alec Baldwin ( It’s Complicated, Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa) as the club owner, and Russell Brand ( Arthur, Hop) as his lieutenant, and their cynicism about sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll, and how it still can’t quite defeat their love of same. But their puppyish romance is by far the least interesting and the least fun thing here.
Oh, okay, that’s an exaggeration: Julianne Hough ( Footloose) and Diego Boneta are adorable, mostly in how they’re far too young to actually remember hair bands or stadium athems. Sweet blond Sherrie Christian - I swear to God that’s the name they gave her - rides the bus from Oklahoma (yes, from actual Oklahoma) to Los Angeles in in 1987 where she meets cute with Drew, who works in a rock club on the Sunset Strip and they both wanna be rock stars or something and so they fall in love and stuff and the youthful earnestness will make you want to smack them. The story is almost beside the point, because Tom Cruise’s nude torso that I could be running my hands all over and because the young kittenish leads in this story cobbled together around awesome 80s hair-band stadium anthems are the weakest part of it. No, I’m wrong: it’s all about how Tom Cruise is half nude throughout this movie.
*daydreaming about Tom Cruise’s naked torso* Which makes you realize that it’s all - Hollywood and rock and roll and the whole big pop-culture shebang - the same thing, and so why does rock get it so right in not ignoring women audiences while movies mostly get it so wrong? It’s not just about his gyrating and howling and sweaty half-naked bod, but he sings! Tom Cruise sings! And he’s good! Or at least good enough to make you realize that this guy could have gone in a slightly different direction and been Bon Jovi instead of Tom Cruise.
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Cruise owns this movie in a way that would have been hard for me to fathom before I saw it. And I’m having hot flashes just remembering back to how it made me feel, watching him onscreen as he gyrates and howls and sweats. The man is 50 years old and he’s half-naked - or more we’ve never seen, ahem, so much of Cruise ever before, I think - throughout Rock of Ages as 80s rock god Stacee Jaxx, singer for the band Arsenal. I’ve never found him particularly intriguing or attractive, and I have found a few reasons to be turned off by him. (Certainly, whenever he’s tried to make movies “for women” before - as with his early 2000s craptacular duo of A Walk to Remember and The Wedding Planner - he has demonstrated a decided lack of understanding as to what horny girls and women want to see and feel in a movie.)īecause, this: I am not an especial fangirl of Tom Cruise. I’m not even sure director Adam Shankman ( Hairspray) realizes how extraordinary his film is on this level.
It’s not trying to be radical or revolutionary or anything other than money-grubbing.
And this is just a madly silly, deeply goofy movie that’s meant to pander to GenX 80s nostalgia. More than any other movie about rock has ever been, maybe. It’s honestly astonishing that Hollywood hasn’t figured this out and appropriated some of rock’s hormonal mojo, what with its religious devotion to making a buck, or a billion - cuz, you know, Hollywood has been ignoring the desire of half the human race to get her rocks off, and what sort of business sense does that make? Which is what makes it so amazing to see how female-gazey Rock of Ages is. From Elvis to the Beatles to Mick Jagger to Duran Duran to George Michael to - *shudder* - Justin Bieber, the gyrating and the howling and the sweaty bods have never been aimed at you, dudes.
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If there’s one thing that rock ’n’ roll has understood from the beginning - to the consternation of pearl-clutching panty-sniffers everywhere - it’s that selling sex to horny girls and women is a license to print money.
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