Young Drew Boley (Diego Boneta) and Sherrie Christian (Julianne Hough) fall in love during the rock music scene of 1987.
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It's a shame that there were so many negatives with this movie and only one real positive. During the whole movie the cast is singing some of the greatest hits of the 80's. There are a lot of them and I enjoyed hearing the music of my youth. Unfortunately it is so poorly lip sung that it almost ruins the songs. The part that probably did ruin the song is that the songs aren't being sung by the bands that sang them but by the cast. They ruined so many great hits that it's hard to look past that! I was border line with the film until they totally and utterly destroyed Reo Speedwagon - Can't Fight This Feeling. Then at the end they butchered Journey - Don't Stop Believing. This movie was like High School Musical but with good songs. I miss the music but I am glad that the horrible singing in this movie is over! 4.5/10
Yes, I confess I am an apostle, groupie, total sucker for the rock and roll genre; try to keep me shackled to my seat when Chuck Berry or The Beatles belt "It's Gotta Be Rock and Roll Music if You Wanna Dance With Me"; wholesome lyrics igniting sedentary soles; shedding chains of gloom or woe, tickling titillation smothering, with a healthy fever, all that ails the spirit; I love it and literally skipped to the first performance of "Rock of Ages".
The simplistic plot revolves around the Bourbon Room in 1987, Los Angeles (many shudder at the bleak memory of Monday October 19th, and the nauseating 508 point plummet of the Stock Market); raunchy, sensational performances by neophyte and seasoned rock groups. Alec Baldwin and Russell Brand are the proprietors, sinking into the quagmire of financial turpitude, determined to resuscitate the dying art of "rock'. This is a partnership made in Hollywood heaven; their sincerity coated with humor, hilarious and surprisingly sensitive; their majestic scene is one of the finest in the film.
Catherine Zeta-Jones in a cringingly embarrassing, single- dimensional role, as the "Susan B. Anthony" of L.A. determined to shutter the Bourbon Room and rid the town of its salacious blight, and destined ruination of its children (shades of "Footloose"); this one will remain absent in her personal filmography.
Julianne Hough and Diego Boneta play the would-be stars, almost-lovers, with enough skill to be passably entertaining; their youth, beauty as yet untarnished by the available substances which surround them. Herein lies total plot predictability.
Tom Cruise. As dedicated as I am to rock and role; the same holds true for my admiration of this gutsy man. He acts with the same fiery intensity as Jimmy Connors played tennis or Michael Jordon, basketball; as if this was the finale, culmination of his career. His characterization of "Stacee Jaxx" lends limited legitimacy to lewdness; his finely-honed tattooed form (second only to "Queequeg" in "Moby Dick") moves with the sinuousness of a naga, grace of Michael Jackson; he sings, worthy of the adulation he inspires in mythic proportions; he is Prometheus unbound, the quintessential, ageing god of rock, drugged and lost.
A slick production, featuring songs by Bon Jovi, Twisted Sister, Foreigner rocks with the musical numbers but plods stiflingly, monotonously with the narrative.
Exiting, one young lady said to her chagrined and disappointed friend, "you'll never understand how much I love Tom Cruise"; silently I responded, "oh, I do, I do".
TWO & 3/4 STARS!!
I wanna rock! What’s better than sitting in a movie theatre having Tom Cruise belt out the beautiful, powerful notes to some of the best songs that the 70s’ and 80s’? Well, a lot actually. “Rock of Ages” was a brilliant idea for a Broadway show, but seems to be a flop on the big screen. There are very few musicals that work for film — Hairspray being one of the best. Don’t get me wrong, this is a beautiful movie filled with laughs, and some amazing vocalists. It’s the story where it really becomes lacklustre.
The story follows and small town girl, name Sherri (Houghe). She runs away to Los Angeles to fulfill her dreams of becoming a singer like every other teenaged girl in that time. As she is on the bus, we find out that Sherri is a huge fan of rock and roll. She admires her LPs as the whole bus bursts into song. It’s rather charming actually. We then get introduced to our other main character. A young man named Drew who is working at the local rock club. Drew wishes to be a rockstar, but has a terrible case of stage fright. We are introduced to the hillarious Lonny (Brand), and the mellow Dennis (Baldwin). Dennis is the owner of the famous rock joint, the Bourbon. Sherri and Drew fall in love. Blah blah blah. Then the meat and potatoes of the film shows up. Stacee Jaxx. Tom Cruise plays a brilliant asshole as this man. Staccee is a rock god of the famous band Arsenal, and they are at the Bourbon to play their final show before Staccee and his ego go solo. Sherri gets moist, as do a bunch of other girls; and a few guys for that matter. Somewhere in this mix there’s some Rolling Stones reporter thrown in, and the Mayor’s wife. They all come together perfectly, but the story still feels a little short, and unexplored. It’s charming to see them all unite for one final song at the end, and you really feel like these actors could be awesome singers.
I wanted to love this movie. I loved the Broadway show, so naturally, I was super excited for the movie. The whole experience just didn’t do it for me. Maybe it was the fact that everyone sounded a little auto tuned. Or maybe the all star cast just didn’t live up to my predictions. I have no idea. None the less, this is an enjoyable movie if you’re not going in to it with high hopes. It is very cheesy, and cliche, but that’s why it works. Rock and roll will never die. We built this city of rock and roll.