The Absolute Pleasure of Tim Curry

It’s a brisk night in downtown Boston in the early 1980s, and I’m out with a group that includes a very nice, very pretty young woman from my college whom I hope to get to know better. After dinner, one of the guys has an idea: A movie! Better yet, a midnight movie, after which, of course, we’d have to be gallant and walk the girls home. Ambling down Newbury Street to the Exeter Street Theater (now long gone), I spot an unexpected and sartorially strange crowd lined up around the corner. I am…