Director: Albert Magnoli
A special screening of this landmark Prince movie in tribute to the great man’s passing.
Coming some 32 years since I last saw it on the big screen, this was – for obvious reasons – a very hard watch at times, inevitably now coloured and shaped by the shock of recent events. The music and performances remain peerless, but watching him throw those phenomenal dance moves on his signature vertiginous heels carries a terrible poignancy with the dread knowledge of their ultimate consequence. It’s also a shock to be reminded of how bleak the domestic plotline is, and that to his credit Prince didn’t shy away from portraying his character as, frankly, a bit of a twat at times. The intensity of the dramatic scenes are, as ever, leavened by the inter-band rivalry and particularly the brilliant Morris Day. The film’s emotional crescendo is usually reached with the climactic performance, but to be honest, in this awful post-April unreality, I was gone at the sight of the opening silhouette.
Amid the dampened hankies, my wife and I were able to reflect on the huge part Prince has played in our shared life for nearly thirty years. Hell, he even played a central role in my wedding speech! It’s great that we still have all the music and the cherished memories, but so unconscionably sad that he left us in such desperate and desolate circumstances. Bless you, Prince Rogers Nelson.
Might appeal to people who enjoyed:
Prince. The Minneapolis sound. Motorbikes. Glamour. Charisma. Blokes in heels. Hotel lobbies, magazines.