The undying, unfiltered debauchery of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”
Gathered on the carpet outside a movie theater are Kristin’s castmates, their bodies stretched out among set-pieces, suitcases full of costumes and props, their language peppered with equal parts exuberance and expletives. This is Kristin’s makeshift dressing room: she balances a lighted, three-paneled mirror on a plastic folding chair, her half-costumed body perched before it. Tonight, she is portraying a corset-and-fishnet-wearing mad scientist called Dr. Frank-N-Furter....