“Rock of Ages” is a unapolagetic mash-up of 80s pop-rock and hair metal music, loosely held together by a storyline of stereotypical rock and roll elements: the wide-eyed midwest ingenue coming to LA, the busboy with the desire to be a big star, the scumbag agent, the skeevy middle-aged club owner, the Tipper Gore-esque crusader, and of course, the larger than life rock star who’s lost touch with reality.
If you “ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ but a good time”, you’ve found it. There’s actually a lot of fun to be had here.
When he suddenly loses his job, and her documentary is rejected by HBO, Paul Rudd and Jennifer Aniston find that they’re suddenly facing a financial crisis. After a brief stop at his unbearable brother’s, the couple decide to leave the rat race behind and join a modern-day hippie commune.
They find they have some difficulties adjusting, as anyone would expect when moving into a living situation where there’s few modern conveniences, no privacy, no ownership, nudism, open sexuality and strict vegetarianism.
Normally I would say “Comedy fails to ensue”, but I’m hearing all the hippies from this freaking movie encouraging me to say “Comedy chose its own, non-ensuing path”…