Yesterday, I went to see the movie Rock of Ages. I’m not a huge Tom Cruise fan but always loved Top Gun and especially the scene where he sang, “You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling…” and he was so cheeky and adorable. My daughter used to quote whole paragraphs of dialogue from that movie, so it brings back a lot of fond memories, and every road trip meant taking the music tape from the movie soundtrack. I almost said CD. Wow, we sure have come a long way.
The eighties were a strange time for me. I got married in ’79. I had my babies in the early eighties. There are HUGE gaps in my memory of those years. When people mention a movie or a rock group or some well-loved song I have to rack my brain to recall it. I guess for five or so years my younger rocker, night clubber, dancing, dating self, had been put on hold. Or had I ever had that personality? Hmmm?
I knew by going to see Rock of Ages it would not only jog my memory about music, but also hairstyles and clothing, and who I was back then. Some critic said it was “insanely watchable,” and I have to agree. Let’s see what I discovered:
Music I knew the lyrics to: I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll, Hit Me With Your Best Shot, Wanted Dead or Alive, Don’t Stop Believin’. And even if I didn’t know all of the lyrics of all of the songs in the soundtrack I at least did recognize them, and I loved Tom Cruise’s performance of Pour Some Sugar on Me.
Clothing I recognized: Suits and pearls, oh, yeah, but hey, the big shoulder pads were not big enough, were they? ‘Cause I do remember those, and I didn’t see many in the movie. Off the shoulder tops, jean skirts, mini-skirts…check. In truth, I can’t say I ever saw backless leather pants in real life but they did make me laugh in the movie. : )
Hairstyles: They were not big enough. Catherine Zeta Jones needed big hair a la Dallas. The guys got it right. Love me a good mullet. : )
And what did I think of the movie in general: I confess that I adored it, even the cheesy parts and there were some. It was bawdy, it was a bit of a spoof, but it had that great campy spirit that was the eighties. The music was fabulous. The story line was thin, but it didn’t matter. And I waited in breathless anticipation for every time Stacee/Tom was due back on stage as if I were there, in the audience, an adoring fan at the Bourbon (or the Whisky A Go Go, or The Roxy.)
So, where were you in the eighties? Anything fun you’d like to share?