This is what happens when you listen to your inner ‘give the benefit of the doubt’ whisper. Yesterday morning, feeling a little sluggish, I decided to begin the working week with a viewing of ‘Purple Rain’, Albert Magnoli’s extended pop video showcase of the talents of a certain Prince Rogers Nelson, and a film that I had not been permitted to watch on its original release given my status then as a nine year old. I thought it might wake me up, get me in the mood to do some writing. It turns out to be a film of such unique character that I think I can only respond with something like stream of consciousness narrative – let’s call it ‘word association film criticism’…
Prince has a hairy chest
He lives with his parents
He has no friends
He looks like a girl with a beard
His enemy throws women into dumpsters
There’s a beautiful evergreen forest on the outskirts of town
He’s tiny
His girl is the reason I wasn’t allowed to see this movie when it was first released – finally I’m vindicated
If this is what the ’80s were like why do I miss my childhood?
The music is everything you expect
Morris Day is terrible
Everyone is terrible
The poster’s more dramatic than anything else in the movie
Prince’s hairstyle makes him look like Marie Antoinette
It’s still Prince, for goodness’ sake
It’s a movie built around a soundtrack
Does that make it all bad?
Mostly. But the title song’s pretty great.
























