Released in 1984, Purple Rain is a time capsule. It haunts for
multiple reasons if you are a member of a certain age group, and because
Prince is recently gone if not. When I saw it the first time in the
1980’s, I saw it on HBO, on the small screen. I remember it being
powerful for the musical brilliance and for the emotional intensity even
then. It’s more so on the big screen. I think we were lucky to have
seen this in the theater. The acting is raw and un-trained, the people
beautiful and intense. For all that, it will be a few days before the
title song stops playing in my mind. The violence and sexuality are
stronger and a touch darker than I remember, but nothing by today’s
standards. In the end, you fall in love with the music all over again,
and appreciate the power of the stage performances by both Prince and
Morris Day. A glorious tribute to feet moving and the lost glam of
beauties with big hair in soft clouds, this definitely gets the musical
and nostalgia votes, and I’ll take the acting for the small independent
thing that this movie was. It’s a work of art in a different sense than
high drama or anything else that comes your way in recent years. It’s
hard to believe it was 32 years ago. Excuse me if I feel my feet wanting
to move…yeah, dance and music can have a bit of mysticism to them. 9/10
Dan
Dan
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