A country girl set out for Hollywood to pursue her rock 'n' roll fantasy and finds love on the strip with anmaspiring singer who barbacks at the Bourbon, just as rock legend/train wreck Stacee Jaxx plans to resurrect the faltering establishment as he kicks off his solo tour. "Rock of Ages" plays like an episode of Glee meets Monster Ballads I and II meets a two hour trip to the dentist. I may not be the best person qualified to review this movie, as I'm from the generation wedged in between the two this is aiming for, but unless you have some great affinity for the 1980s or enjoy listening to actors butcher songs that weren't that great to begin with, you may want to stay away. "Rock of Ages" is glitzy, mind numbing, and almost intolerable if not for a few fleeting moments involving pros like Tom Cruise, Paul Giamatti, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Bryan Cranston who serve as some sort of Novocaine, temporarily dulling the pain while you still feel your teeth being ground away at. They do get one thing right here, in that Journey line about the movie never ending and going on and on and on and on.
