Plot and beaver jokes aside, these songs just work fucking perfectly as show tunes. Not only do Maroulis and MacKenzie both have pipes, but the added choral assistance, exaggerated dance moves and guitar solos make the show seem genuinely authentic as opposed to satirical.

When the last scene was building up its momentum and the narrator said something to the extent of "your dreams might change over time, but they still rock!", we knew the big climax was coming: The pan-ultimate karaoke classic, the red-blooded American drunk-as-hell-in-a-random-East-Texas-bar singalong: "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey.

The entire show was a buildup to this particular song, and it was well worth the wait. The lights cut out and everyone stood onstage holding their lighters, as the audience stood and screamed as though they'd just watched Steve Perry do it live.

Personal Bias: When Sherrie quit her job as a stripper because it went against her morals, I thought to myself, "Yeah right. In real life she would've just bought an 8-ball and toughed it out like a real promising actress."

The Crowd: Balding. And bald.

Overheard in The Crowd: "This song is SO bad. I love it."

Random Notebook Dump: Pat Benatar is forever.

Rock of Ages continues through Sunday. See tuts.com for ticket information.