Does Saucy Jack and the Space Vixens sound like it borrowed a few tactics from the Rocky Horror Picture Show play book? Sure it does, but think about it. Doesn't that make it sound like a hell of a lot of fun?
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Robrt L. Pela seems to think so:
I hate bars. And I deplore audience participation. But I liked Nearly Naked Theatre's production of Saucy Jack, even if its script is deeply derivative -- a sideways rewrite of The Rocky Horror Show that celebrates classic disco music rather than old sci-fi movies, as did Rocky. But there's an odd sincerity in its borrowed story about a series of murders in a tacky bar and the trio of outer space authorities (busty, latex-wearing "space vixens") who come to investigate. Several of the tunes are catchy; I've been humming "Glitter Boots Saved My Life" for days. The humor is high-camp and ridiculous: A man playing a Space Age cocktail waitress announces, "I wasn't like other little girls!"; an angry lesbian sings, "The devil can suck my Dick Van Dyke!"; the characters all have names like Bunny Lingus and Vulva Savannavich and Hugh Jorgan...full story