08/26/2026
The part almost didn't exist the way we know it.
Richard O'Brien first wrote Frank-N-Furter as a German scientist in a lab coat — it was Curry who helped rebuild him into the creature in the corset who spoke like the Queen, originating the role in a tiny room above London's Royal Court Theatre before carrying it to Broadway and the 1975 film.
The movie flopped.
Then the midnight crowds found it, dressed as him, threw the toast, did the Time Warp — and never stopped.
Fifty-one years later it's still playing, a weekly ritual that gave generations of people the same message from the man in the fishnets: come in, sit down, you're home.
And he was never just Frank.
He was Wadsworth in Clue, Pennywise in It, Darkness in Legend, Miss Hannigan's rat of a brother in Annie, the concierge chasing Kevin through the Plaza.
After a stroke in 2012 took his ability to walk, he kept right on working — voice roles, conventions, and a 50th-anniversary celebration of Rocky Horror just last year, still meeting the fans who'd found themselves in his shadow.
Losing him right after Dolly is almost too cruel.
Two people who spent fifty years telling the odd ones out that they were exactly right as they were.
The midnight movie never ended. Neither will his legacy.