#Hit me with your best shot rock of ages movie lyrics full
I’ll have to use an analogy: Acting is to a lighter as Catherine Zeta-Jones’ performance is to a bomber full of napalm. I don’t even know if there’s a word for what she’s doing in this film. She’s in this movie, but she’s not acting. Their enjoyment is so palpable that it’s absolutely infectious. It’s patently obvious that everyone in the cast and crew had a blast making this picture. The result is two hours of campy, over-the-top, slickly produced giddiness. The movie doesn’t try to hide the threadbare nature of its story, but instead revels in it. What it does have is a heaping ton of mindless entertainment. It doesn’t have any nuanced characters, deep themes, or original songs. Hell, the movie doesn’t have a story that you haven’t already seen a hundred times. The movie doesn’t have a particularly strong premise. I tell you this - and the movie shows you this - as a warning of just how low the bar for logic has been set.
She starts singing a bit of “Sister Christian.” Her fellow passengers - one at a time - each sing a line from the song, then continue about their commute like nothing happened. Thanks for clearing that up, Mom.įor my part, I’ll put it to you this way: In the movie’s very first scene, we meet Sherrie (Julianne Hough) on a bus to Hollywood. She was of the opinion that Rock of Ages was an outstanding adaptation… though it was pretty much a completely different show. Anyway, I made sure to have my mom on hand as I watched the film adaptation, to provide some perspective and knowledge about both versions. I don’t remember how that happened, but I’m guessing it was some kind of scheduling mix-up. Yet in such a family, I somehow wound up the only one who hasn’t yet seen “Rock of Ages” live. As for my mom, she’s more knowledgeable and passionate about stage musicals than anyone I know, except maybe my sister. I can’t remember a time when The Beatles, The Doobie Brothers, Dire Straits, Heart, Kansas, The Alan Parsons Project, and others in that vein weren’t in heavy rotation on the CD player in my dad’s car. I was raised on a steady diet of songs from all genres, particularly classic rock.
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