Everybody remembers where they were when they watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. You might have been in a theater, sheepishly raising your hand as they called for any virgins in the room. It could have been at a party, throwing rice and water merrily in the air until it stuck on the ceiling, on Halloween dressed to the nines in fishnets and scrubs and trench coats, or through a worn-out VHS, two lipsticked red lips still staring back at you with nothing else in the frame.