Up all night! Sleep all day! Ahh, the life of a rock star. Or, in the film Rock of Ages, the life of rock singers, fans and the folks that own the places you go to get your rock on. This film delivers all the spectacle and shine of 80s rock-n-roll with an all-star cast that may play fast and loose with the storyline but never holds back on talent or entertainment. Is it Glee with AquaNet? Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing. This film makes me wanna whip out the denim mini and tease up my hair (oh who am I kidding; I never needed to tease, as I’m a natural born frizzball.) Never thought I’d say this, but damn I miss the 80s.
It’s 1987 and Sherrie Christian is just a small-town girl, livin’ in…Oklahoma. Til she decides to hop on a bus and head to LA. Her precious record collection is stolen from her almost immediately, but a hunky barkeep named Drew comes to her aid. He also gets her a job at The Whiskey Bourbon Room, “the” place for rock-n-roll on the LA strip. Unfortunately, new mayoral candidate Mike Whitmore wants to clean up the strip, and his wife Patricia is just the gal to do it. Before you can say Tipper Gore, Patricia is out picketing with her bible groupies. Meanwhile, the Bourbon Room’s owner Dennis is setting up for the biggest concert of his club’s history; the final show from Arsenal, whose batshit crazy lead singer Stacee Jaxx is about to launch a solo career. Can Sherrie and Drew find love with all this going on? Uh, this is based on a Broadway musical, do you think they’ll let you down?










