To be honest, there was virtually no chance I was going to love Rock of Ages. My 80s were spent listening to The Cure, The Smiths, and Siouxsie and the Banshees and I happen to think that the words “rock” and “anthem” should never be used in the same sentence. That being said, the songs of Foreigner, Journey, Def Leppard and—God help us— Night Ranger have become part of our collective consciousness, and while I never banged my head or raised my fingers in an enthusiastic devil horn during my screening, I did find myself occasionally tapping my foot.
My taste in music aside, Rock of Ages—adapted from the popular Broadway show of the same name and directed by Adam Shankman, who did such bang-up work with Hairspray—is a mediocre, flawed work, but it does have its pleasures.
One of those pleasure, and arguably the best reason to the see the film, is the “who knew?” performance by Tom Cruise as Stacee Jaxx, an Axl Rose type rock stud who is about to give one last show at the iconic Bourbon Club in L.A., before going solo. As played by Cruise, Jaxx is the poster child for hedonism gone wrong. He views the world through a haze of booze and women and pseudo-mysticism—he’s...





