Saturday, May 28, 2016

X-Men: Apocalypse

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a little bit different. It all started when I was a kid and I religiously and almost defiantly wore British Knights to the playground while everyone else rocked Jordans or the Nike Air Pump shoes. And it continued in high school when I chose to go with the Gumby hairdo and listened to obscure RnB music as I drove around town looking for parties while everyone else blasted Green Day or some awful country music. So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone that every time my buddies and I went to a pool hall, I’d be the one who’d put on Radiohead’s creepiest (no pun intended) songs like Climbing Up the Walls on the jukebox when everyone else simply wanted to hear Def Leopard or White Snake.

This natural inclination to be different explains why I still watch the Cosby Show with no shame while everyone tries to vilify me for it. I have no problems separating fantasy from reality; I’m watching and adoring Heathcliff Huxtable, not Rapey Mcraperson Bill Cosby. And why should I be ashamed of it? X-Men: Apocalypse director Bryan Singer has been quietly linked to these super secret Hollywood pedophile parties for years now and was almost brought up on charges for it a few years back, yet he’s able to still make movies. Heck, as a matter of fact people turned out by the thousands to see X-Men opening weekend. So just like Jesus Quintana was allowed to keep bowling in the league in the Big Lebowski, Bill should be allowed to keep entertaining me.

So with that said, I feel as though I have a special bond with the X-Men as in I too know what it’s like to be viewed as different from the rest of society. Oh and the fact that I’m a minority also helps but whatever. The past few movies have kind of thrown me for a loop with all of the time traveling and the converging of the old series and the new, but for the most part I’ve been able to keep up. It’s just that at some point the stories are going to be so convoluted that the movies will have to be as long as Dances with Wolves was just so they can get everyone their agreed upon airtime.

Well thankfully in Apocalypse they kind of cooled it with the complex storylines and simply focused on the original mutant Apocalypse himself. However that was one of only a few good decisions the writers and the makeup artists made with this film. It’s never a good thing when a movie reminds you of Superman: The Quest for Peace, Battlefield Earth, or Dark City; and sadly the latest installment of X-Men reminded me of all three. For whatever reason they decided to make Apocalypse look like Jim Carey’s version of The Mask and the uber-talented Oscar Isaac was forced to deliver these cheesy condescending one liners to us stupid man animals.

It’s the same problem The Avengers series is having with Vision; both he and Apocalypse’s powers are so great that they don’t quite know where to start with or how to properly portray them on screen. So they’re just stuck stalking around like idiots wearing these outfits that remind me of awful Halloween costumes drunk frat boys put together at the last minute. "Hey at least this way Becky won’t yell at me and I’ll still get to have sloppy drunken sex later!" Honestly, Vision would be way more entertaining if he talked like that. But I digress.

The X-Men are forced to ban together to help stop Apocalypse after he returns from his hibernation to destroy the world and everyone in it. By the way, I’ve always thought that this was a ridiculous plan simply because once everyone is dead, you’re just going to walk around your new planet with your four remaining friends? How boring is that? But who cares what I think, that was this moron’s plan.

It takes all of the X-Men to fight him because Apocalypse has the ability to transfer his consciousness into the body of other mutants and at the same time acquire their special abilities. Now this sounds cool but apparently all that amounts to is his having the ability to turn everything into quicksand and forcing every one of his opponents to effectively suffocate to death. And trust me when I say it’s a lot lamer on screen than it sounds here. There are a few cool action set pieces, especially towards the end in the film’s major battle scene, but outside of that and the trick they do with Quicksilver (something we saw in Days of Future’s Past) the rest of the movie is a snoozefest. It also doesn’t help that 90% of the cast can’t act. Out of respect for them, I won’t name names but let’s just say that after watching this atrocity I’m a little more sympathetic towards Ramsey’s (Game of Thrones) character than I was walking in.

This is a forgettable film and barely beats the disaster Brett Ratner put together in 2006. I rate this movie as WEAK and suggest you get drunk by the pool this Memorial Day weekend instead.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Lobster

I keep waiting for Lil’ Wayne or 2 Chainz to finally come out with a booty shaking song or two about their awesome Tinder experiences from when they were on tour together. And maybe this has already happened and I’m just too old to know it but as far as I know Hotline Bling is the closest thing we’ve gotten to something like this since New Edition’s Mr. Telephone Man. Thankfully I never got a click every time I called my baby’s number when I was growing up but dating has changed quite a bit since then.

Nowadays both men and women are skilled in the cowardly art of ghosting and it’s not uncommon for someone to count a night of tripping on molly as the equivalent of being in a different area code. And of course we all know that it doesn’t count as cheating if you’re in another area code right? Thanks for that Ludacris! We’ve become so reliant and adept at communicating via text and social media that when we actually do see one another face to face, all the sparks seem to fade away as we have no clue how to interact in person. "Oh wait, I can’t put a filter on my face right now? Is she going to notice that my right eye is bigger than my left one? I wish I could Google an awesome meme to send her; that way she’d still think I was funny!"

It’s like we need a step by step instruction manual on how to have real life relationships while we’re sober. Now I realize that I’m starting to sound like a bitter old man, and believe me when I say that I can keep going as I have a long highlight reel of awkward encounters that I could reference to support my theory, but just know that I’m not the only one who shares this sentiment. Greek director Yorgos Lanthimos is apparently also feeling the sting of our cold and selfish dating world as he has created this dystopian society where it is no longer socially acceptable to single. Under the law of The City, once you become single again, you are forced to check into The Hotel where you have 45 days to find a compatible partner or you will be turned into an animal of your choosing. And it’s at that point that you will be set off into the wild to either find a mate there or be killed in whatever manner is typical of that species.

Well once in you enter The Hotel, you’re put into all of these random Orwellian situations that are supposed to be reflective of normal every day human interactions; and in the process you’re supposed to find someone that shares a common trait with you. What you’ll soon notice however is that everyone appears to only be looking at the negative traits like a lack of empathy, uncontrollable nosebleeds, or a noticeable limp. And what makes things worse is The Hotel puts on these hilarious yet ominous skits that basically say you will die a horrible death if you’re not able to find someone within the given time period. You’ll just have to trust me when I say that much weirder stuff than this goes down in this hotel but I’ll spare you for now as I want you to experience them on your own.

Now of course there are those who choose to be alone but they are forced to live in exile in the woods with the animals. And every day they are hunted by those who live in The Hotel who happen to get an extra day added to their stay for every "loner" they catch and bring in. Again, some really weird stuff goes down in this society.

We of course experience all of this through the eyes of David (Colin Farrell) who had to enter The Hotel after his wife chose to leave him for another man. David’s robotic emotional and physical response to everything seems to embody the spirit (if I can use that term for these people) of this imaginary society. It isn’t until he and Rachel Weisz find one another that you actually start to see what we would typically consider normal behavior.

Lanthimos’s sad and frightening take on modern dating is bookended by two of the most unforgettable scenes you’ll ever experience in cinema. And in between them is a killer and haunting score that punctuates the overwhelming sense of desperation that seems to be secreting from the screen with each line that’s delivered. Oh and did I mention that this was a comedy? It’s about as dark as they come but it’s definitely meant to make you laugh in order to keep you from crying.

It’s certainly not for everyone as nothing you expect to happen actually does; and I think it’s because of this that I loved it so much. If you’re up for something different that will challenge you on multiple levels, then I strongly suggest you pop in. I give The Lobster a rating of kind of TIGHT!

Saturday, May 21, 2016

The Nice Guys

After seeing movies like 48 Hours and Thelma and Louise, I’m pretty sure that both men and women who grew up in the 80’s or early 90’s wanted to have their own buddy cop or buddy road trip adventures! What guy wouldn’t want to chase around loose hookers and jacked up coke heads with Eddie Murphy? Or what girl wouldn’t want to have sex with a young Brad Pitt in some shady roadside hotel? Well these dreams soon turned into comical nightmares as Hollywood all but killed this formula when they greenlit movies like Tango and Cash and Stop or My Mom Wil Shoot!

I know that I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to drive so my buddy and I could go on wild goose chases like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover did in Lethal Weapon. But when the time finally came for this, our lives were more reflective of Ricky and Tre’s from Boyz in the Hood as we spent the majority of our time driving around with 40’s and trying to have sex with Catholic school girls. But I have to give writer/director Shane Black (Lethal Weapon, The Last Boyscout) credit for being the lone consistent writer in LA to help keep this genre alive.

My favorite of movie of his is Kiss Kiss Bang Bang starring Val Kilmer and Robert Downey Jr. This is the point where he reached his peak as a writer as his intricate storytelling was only matched by the snappy and streamlined dialogue he provided for his talented cast. And while The Nice Guys isn’t quite on that level it does come pretty darn close. When it comes to executing Black’s scripts, chemistry between the two actors is paramount otherwise the film just won’t work; and for the most part Ryan Gosling and Russell Crowe seem to work well together.

In The Nice Guys, Crowe is a low level problem solver; meaning, if someone is causing you strife in your life, you simply hire him and he will put an end to it. And while he is good at what he does, he does appear to be a bit disgusted with the work and with himself in general; he wants to do something meaningful and good in his life for a change. Meanwhile Gosling is a private investigator who spends the majority of his time getting over on senile old ladies who are slowly living out the remaining years of their lives by searching for their dead husbands. While he’s clearly a talented P.I., he simply settles for doing just enough to get his next payday as he spends his entire day boozing and disappointing his sassy 13 year old daughter who tries her hardest to bring out the best of him.

Well their two paths cross one day as the girl Gosling has been following around has hired Crowe to get him off of her trail. Gosling has been hired to find the recently deceased porn star Misty Mountains and in the process has stumbled upon a murderous plot that involves an assortment of weird characters who are obviously doing their best to cover their tracks.

Now if you’ve ever seen a Shane Black film before then you know that the story isn’t as simple as it seems. You will be taken through a host of twists and turns before you finally figure out who’s behind the sinister scheme but you’ll also find yourself laughing every step of the way.

Coming off of a successful turn as the douchey but highly motivated stock broker in The Big Short, Gosling seems like a natural in his comedic skin as the down on his luck P.I. Every time the film seems to have a bit of a lull, he’s always there to take things up a notch with his high pitch screams in the face of danger or with his drunken misadventures which somehow also turn hallucinatory at times.

Black’s humor is not for the faint of heart as he has a complete disregard for what’s considered P.C. these days, so expect to find yourself laughing at a few jokes that would otherwise make your mother frown. But in the end, isn’t this what we all really want? Well those of us who are still in a bit of a rebellious stage anyway. This movie doesn’t quite flow as well as some of his masterpieces in the past have but that’s probably due to the fact he had a relatively inexperienced (as far as Hollywood is concerned anyway) co-writer in Anthony Bagarozzi help him.

But having said all of that, I will still give this movie a rating of very FRESH as this movie is starting to grow on me more and more by the second.
 

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Sing Street

Whether it was through books, music, movies, or even video games; we all had that one outlet we relied upon to help get us through the formative years of our adolescence. If we were experiencing issues at home, problems with a bully, or were simply fawning over a cute girl or boy, we would always turn to that one special coping mechanism that spoke to us the most. And finding that mechanism was key mainly because when you’re a teenager, you’re in the most impressionable years of your life, and the last thing you needed was to succumb to the multitude of negative influences that were out there simply to harm you (man that was dark). This was especially true if you just so happened to be one of those kids who stuck out like a sore thumb; kind of like a Black kid growing up in the country where raising a quality show pig was put on the same level as being a part of the National Honor Society. But moving on…

Well in Sing Street, writer and director John Carney (Once, Begin Again) takes us back to that time in our lives as he tackles every one of these issues through the bright eyes of 15 year old Cosmo. We first see Cosmo sitting on his bed strumming his guitar to the background noise of his parents fighting as he converts their hateful words towards one another into lyrics of his own. He soon finds out that because the economic crisis Ireland is experiencing in the mid 80’s has found its way to the doorstep of his household, he now has to be pulled out of the private school he’s attending and must go to a much rougher public school that’s run by a strict and unforgiving headmaster.

And from the very second he steps on the campus’s grounds, he immediately enters survival mode as he sees barbarians fighting and spitting on one another; basically the perfect intro into his new environment. It isn’t long before he himself is having to avoid bullying as he clearly stands out as being one the few kids who’s actually smart and somewhat educated. Thankfully for him though, he also finds his necessary outlet on his first day of school in the form of Raphina. Raphina is an older girl who has aspirations of being a model and she has made it abundantly clear to any high school boy that approaches her that she is out of their league. Cosmo however is undeterred by this and decides to approach her anyway as he is immediately love-struck from the moment he lays eyes on her. He realizes though that he needs some sort of an angle so he lies to her and tells her that he’s in a band. And as is typically the case when a girl finds out that a dude is in a band, her interest is automatically piqued.

So he invites her to be in one of their videos and promises to call her with the details. But now he finds himself in a rush to round up a collection of friends who actually have some semblance of musical talent so that he can to put together a band for this potentially match making video. He’s eventually successful in doing so and the music they make actually turns out to be pretty good. Now keep in mind that this was during the time when MTV was first starting up and the idea of a music video was still considered to be somewhat revolutionary. So Cosmo and his friends are now exposed to a world of music they wouldn’t normally have access to and they and their music are of course heavily influenced by it. Some of the film’s funniest moments come from when the kids shows up to school dressed like the bands (Duran Duran or The Cure) they saw in a cool video the night before. And in case you were wondering, yes they went all out; makeup and all.

I personally was able to identify with this as there were quite a few moments in my life when I did the same thing. Like the time I showed up to my Valentine’s Day dance dressed like Bobby Brown from the Don’t Be Cruel album; or the time I started wearing multicolored overalls backwards because I saw Kriss Kross do it in a video. Trust me when I say the list goes on and on but in the interest of ever getting laid again, I think I’ll stop there.

The point is, in the process of forming a band and making new wave music, the kids all found an escape from their depressing surroundings and at the same time also found a new lease on life. They once again believed that anything was possible as they immersed themselves in a world of music, videos, and fashion. And I truly believe that this is something that can happen with each and every one of us if we just find the right outlet. By the way, the videos they produce make you long for the days of cheesy 80’s electronic rock and all that came with it; including the big hair and random semi-racist images.

This film is all at once funny, fun, depressing, and inspirational and it was one of the best times I’ve had in the theater in a while. I give Sing Street a rating of very FRESH!

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Money Monster

There was this acquaintance of mine in college who my roommates and I used to call Raines. I can’t type the real name we called him for a number of reasons but as I tell you more about him, I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out for yourself. This guy came from an upper middle class white family but for some strange reason he saw himself as a ghetto black male trapped in the body of a frail Opie Taylor look-a-like. So instead of wearing brightly colored Polo shirts when he went to class at Texas Tech, he would wear all white tees with gold chains and pinky rings.

He also couldn’t drink due to some rare medical condition of his, so to compensate for it, he smoked an unbelievable amount of weed on a daily basis. And by daily, I literally mean every day! I would get calls from him early in the "morning" ( in the summer time) telling me that he was "about to hop in the caddy and head on over there right after he rolls a special blunt for the road. Heh heh heh."

And whenever he would arrive, he’d always ask us these ridiculous questions. "Question, question! Why come the football isn’t made out of weed? That way whenever you score, you could roll up a special blunt in the end zone to celebrate with! That’d be tight, right right?" (In his natural Beavis and Butthead voice). Our responses were always "No Raines, that actually wouldn’t be tight" I know what you’re asking and the answer is yes he was college educated (well it was Texas Tech, so sort of…I kid, I kid) and yes he always talked that way.

The point of this unbelievable story is that as I sat there suffering through the painful first 30 minutes of Money Monster, I wondered how much better the execution of this ridiculous premise would’ve been had they simply put Raines in as the main antagonist. Director Jodie Foster already tried to throw in a little comedy to go along with all of the drama and the "thrilling" action this film contains when she forced George Clooney to wear gaudy gold chains as he danced with hip hop girls during his show’s intro, but it all would have been turned up to a ten had she put Raines in to ask the hard hitting corporate challenging questions. "Question, question! Why come we can’t invest in weed? That way whenever the stock goes up, we all get weed to roll up a special blunt with to celebrate! That’d be tight, right right?" No Raines, that actually wouldn’t be tight.

Anyway, for those of you who have already discarded this forgettable summer flick from your memory banks and have put it into the pile of lost Twilight sequels, here’s a quick recap of what you missed: this poor sap decides to put his entire life savings into a stock that Clooney almost guaranteed would be a slam dunk. But unfortunately for him, the stock plummets and the company loses $800 million due to a computer glitch. So naturally everyone who invested in it, lost all of their money. Now while the rest of the world has moved on, Kyle (the poor sap), decides that he wants answers; so he shows up to the studio with a gun and a bomb vest with plans to hold everyone in the studio hostage until he gets them.

Now the reason the first 30 minutes are painful is mainly due to the fact that it’s basically just a dude whining about how rich people stay rich and how they don’t care or have any concern for the poor at all. Wow, what a new concept! And sadly, while the story does eventually get better, it doesn’t by much. As you learn more and more about the computer glitch, you soon realize that not everything that took place was on the up and up and behind it all, someone probably got rich as a result of it. Again, yet another surprise!

Now thankfully there are quite a few unintentional funny moments in this film that will keep you from walking out, and there are also a few moments between Clooney and the sap that help give you a better understanding of the great divide that naturally exists between the haves and the have nots.

But in the end, this seems like it was a better fit for one of those terrible mystery shows that come on CBS on a Wednesday night. Do yourself a favor and save a little bit of money with this one as it gets a rating of pretty WEAK!

 

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Captain America: Civil War

It’s happening and I’m finally beginning to accept it. It all started when I noticed this new internet challenge of the running man being butchered by these kids online. College students everywhere stop in the middle of what they’re doing when the song "I Want to be Your Lady Baby" by INOJ comes on and begin breaking out this remixed version of what used to be the running man. Well, me being the old kook of this town, had to point out to everyone that would listen that they were in fact not doing the running man but were actually doing the Roger Rabbit. And I also had to point out that I remember when that song went from being awesome and terrible to just plain terrible, but now it’s apparently awesome and terrible again. Now before I move on, I guess I should also point out that I do find the song and these online videos both hilarious and irresistible and that I did spend ten hours the other day trying to convince my friend to make one with me; so I can’t be that old, right?

Well just the other day I had these three really cute girls, who were all in their mid 20’s, come up to me to ask if they could take a picture with me and my homemade version of the Stanley Cup (it’s hockey playoff time). I of course said yes and after we finished taking the photos, they all laughed in approval of the fun moment and said to me "Thanks sir!’ as they went on their way. Sir? Sir?!?!?! I had just been sir’d for the first time in my life outside of a professional or sexual setting?!?! What the hell just happened? Did they trip over some random old guy’s cane when we took the photo? I guess I should just accept the fact that it’s official; old age is here and it’s a lot darker place than I ever imagined it would be!

Well the point of all this is that I couldn’t get these life changing moments out of my head for the first two hours of Captain America: Civil War. I kept hoping that they’d have an anti-aging superhero pop up and kick everyone’s ass in the middle of the film’s big climactic scene! It didn’t even have to necessarily be a power so to speak, they could’ve just given him a magical chain to put around his neck like Melisandre has. But sadly this never happened.

I did eventually get over these awful experiences and was finally able to settle into the movie, but the story writers didn’t do me any favors with the first hour of the film. Someone should tell them that a Marvel movie will never get nominated for a non-technical award at the Oscars, so please tone it down a bit with the overwrought set ups to their stories. I get that they don’t want this franchise to turn into a campy mess but please, we also don’t want to see No Country for Old Men in bright colored tights either.

The set up was nice and works well for the overall story arc (I say that because the first act felt like 20 episodes) but they definitely could have cut about 20 minutes out of it. For some reason they have no idea how to properly use Vision or his powers, so he’s just stuck being this overly proper British version of Neo from the Matrix. "I can use… paprika?" (In Keanu Reeves voice). And for some reason Captain America has this unabashed love affair with Bucky aka The Winter Soldier. I mean, I get that they were childhood friends and all but Cap will seemingly destroy every other friendship he’s made since then to save his life, regardless of what he’s done in the past. "Oh, you’re the one who was behind all of the Atlanta child murders? It’s ok, that wasn’t really you. Let’s get you out of here!" That didn’t really happen in the film but it’s not too far off.

In addition to this, the United Nations is looking to take away the Avengers’ right to complete autonomy after a string of recent incidents left too much collateral damage behind. Ironman agrees with them but Cap doesn’t, and this of course leads to some division amongst the Avengers. Things start to escalate when the world looks to bring in Bucky after he’s apparently behind yet another terrorist attack and Cap decides to defend him in spite of the evidence presented before him. It’s at this point that Avengers pick sides and we have the epic battle that we’ve all been waiting for.

And boy did they ever deliver in that regard! The action and the display of their powers is everything that we could have hoped for. I don’t want to tell you who had the coolest scenes as I’m well aware of the fact that there are some people who have purposely lived under a rock to avoid seeing any spoilers; so you won’t get any here. But for the rest of us, it just sucks that studios ignore the fact that this movie would’ve made a billion dollars anyway had they not told us about the surprise arrival of a few new superheroes. Thankfully though there’s a really cool plot twist at the end that I, for some reason never saw coming, so at least they left us that! And you do get to stare at Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olson for two and half hours, so I really can’t complain too much.

So having said all that, I must give this movie a rating of very, very FRESH!

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Purple Rain

I know that I’m showing my age a bit here with this review but when it comes to Prince, I really don’t care. I’ve told anyone who would listen for the past week and a half that as a kid growing up in a Black family, you were almost forced to make a choice between Michael Jackson and Prince back when they were both at the top of their games. Don’t get me wrong, we liked them both, mainly for the fact that they were Black, but one was definitely made fun of more than the other.

Well my family chose Michael Jackson, so I kind of had to be a closet Prince fan growing up. Anytime there was a party or a fish fry, I was always the one who would sneak a Prince album into the stack of records that were on deck to be played. And even though it annoyed him to no end, I also forced my brother to play the Purple Rain soundtrack almost every night; I don’t know, something about that album just spoke to me. Maybe it was the fact that I saw that movie just south of a hundred times and wanted to marry Apollonia as a result of it. Or maybe it was because I really wanted to be Prince when I grew up. Every time he performed he somehow managed to casually ooze this dominant virility (and yes I’m aware of how that sounds) while doing, what appeared at the time, to be eccentric or weird behavior.

Just look at the original pop opera Purple Rain (sorry Beyonce’). In what other world can he simply stand behind one of the most beautiful women to ever grace the planet and convince her to fall for him? And then basically three days later, while she’s being hit on by his rival Morris Day (more on him later), sing a song called The Beautiful Ones where he says "What if we got married, wouldn’t that be cool?", so passionately that she goes off and buys him a guitar, despite the fact she lives in an apartment that most homeless people wouldn’t even want to live in.

This is also a world where it’s perfectly fine for a man to go on stage rocking white studded boots with six inch stiletto heels and a pirate shirt and somehow still be considered to be one of the sexiest men alive! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never had any desire to wear heels or have bigger hair than most women in Texas do but I did want to have the power to convince an Apollonia to strip completely naked and jump into a lake on our first date. By the way, that scene is the main reason why I refuse to watch the VH1 edited version of Purple Rain, how can I see this movie and not be exposed to one of the greatest natural racks this universe has ever seen.

Anyway, I was so impressed by this man and this movie that I practiced all of his dance moves; and that included his shirtless dancing to Computer Blue and his dry humping of the floor to Darling Nikki. However I never did get the guts to wear a lace Zorro mask around my eyes while doing so; I can only imagine the discussion that would’ve taken place had my mother walked in on me. "Well you see mom, my hope is to one day get the lead singer of this group called Apollonia 6! They are these three women who go on stage wearing nothing but lingerie and sing a song called Sex Shooter. ‘I’m a Sex Shooter, shooting my love at you’". This really happened in the movie by the way and yes, men were offering them dollar bills as they sang it. And no this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen.

In this semi-biography, The Kid (Prince) and his band are trying to make it big in Minneapolis’s most famous nightclub while going up against their chief rival Morris Day and the Time. Morris Day is the more popular of the two because his music, while good, is what the people are used to and what they’ve come to expect from live shows. Well he’s well aware of his status and he uses it to take advantage of people at every turn. He does whatever it takes to get money and women; and for the most part he’s crazy successful at it. The funny thing is he’s able to do all of this while routinely making Charlie Chaplin faces and squawking like a bird from time to time. Trust me when I say you have to see it to understand it. And what’s even funnier is that my dad actually bought his album and played it quite frequently for his pre party music.

Well while The Kid is attempting to woo Apollonia and get his music off the ground, he’s also dealing with band turmoil and an abusive situation between his parents at home. And no matter what he does, he slowly sees himself tuning into his father. Will he get his life figured out before he destroys everything he’s worked so hard for? Or will he wind up being just like his father, too bold. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.

Anyway, watching this classic made me remember what made these songs so special in the first place and why they resonated with me so much. I found myself singing along and dancing to them in the theater, so much so that my leg cramped up at one point (I ran seven miles before going) and I had to let out a scream. Luckily for me, the other patrons didn’t know if I was screaming because I was in pain or if I was simply mimicking Prince. Either way, the cramp went away in time for me to sing and dance my way out of the theater. Do yourself a favor and pop into a theater to see Purple Rain while it’s still there as this film gets a rating of very FRESH!