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catscradle Jul. 26th, 2004 12:58 pm)
What totally sucks is that I still feel completely smashed. It's not a hangover. I've not reached that stage yet. I'm just still totally smashed. This makes work interesting, if not totally unbearable.
So I watched Purple Rain last night with a friend and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I never recommend watching this movie sober. I don't believe it can be appreciated this way.
The premise of the movie is that Apollonia moves from New Orleans to Detroit to make her fortune on the club scene. There she meets The Kid (aka Prince) and must choose between a life of battered wife syndrome or signing her soul over to satan.
The fact that Apollonia moves from New Orleans to Detroit has always been a great mystery to me. You can't even call this a latteral move, she's definitly going down a few rungs. Christ, if you can't find a club in New Orleans to sing and dance all sleazy in, then you really aren't going to make it anywhere. Well, maybe Detroit. Shit. That's where hoods from Cleveland go to get rid of the bodies. It's my bet that after the movie, Prince and Appolonia decide to open thier own club in Flint.
There's a particularly wonderful scene with Prince writhing on the stage singing Darlin' Nikki. He's then told by management that everyone hates his music and he's the only one that "gets" it. Prince if you're performing Darlin' Nikki and the house hates it, you're in the wrong club. Go talk to Apollonia and see if she has a return ticket to New Orleans you can barter for.
As my friend stated, the movie is a vehicle for Prince's music and his music is a vehicle for his wardrobe. It's a fun flashback movie with great tunes and imagery, but don't watch it sober. The colors are so pretty with a little help.
So I watched Purple Rain last night with a friend and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I never recommend watching this movie sober. I don't believe it can be appreciated this way.
The premise of the movie is that Apollonia moves from New Orleans to Detroit to make her fortune on the club scene. There she meets The Kid (aka Prince) and must choose between a life of battered wife syndrome or signing her soul over to satan.
The fact that Apollonia moves from New Orleans to Detroit has always been a great mystery to me. You can't even call this a latteral move, she's definitly going down a few rungs. Christ, if you can't find a club in New Orleans to sing and dance all sleazy in, then you really aren't going to make it anywhere. Well, maybe Detroit. Shit. That's where hoods from Cleveland go to get rid of the bodies. It's my bet that after the movie, Prince and Appolonia decide to open thier own club in Flint.
There's a particularly wonderful scene with Prince writhing on the stage singing Darlin' Nikki. He's then told by management that everyone hates his music and he's the only one that "gets" it. Prince if you're performing Darlin' Nikki and the house hates it, you're in the wrong club. Go talk to Apollonia and see if she has a return ticket to New Orleans you can barter for.
As my friend stated, the movie is a vehicle for Prince's music and his music is a vehicle for his wardrobe. It's a fun flashback movie with great tunes and imagery, but don't watch it sober. The colors are so pretty with a little help.
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oooo. purple. oooo. Lace. OOooo000oo000.
and a bottle of Southern Comfort
Yeah. You need a shot of novocaine to the brain with that movie.
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Then for the big ending, he goes to the club and plays the boringest fucking song and everyone responds to it and finally 'gets' it! Man, if the club audience turns up their nose at "Little Red Corvette" and glomps onto "Purple Rain", you gotta wonder if the bar is spiking the drinks with lead.
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I love this movie though. It's one of those truly horrid scripts that you fall in love with for the cheese. And the high hair and glitter make up. There were a few times when I was sure the blonde bimbo waitress was a regular in Ed Wood movies, but I guess she'd be too young for that...
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'Course all his outfits rule!
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Is it Darlin' Nikki they don't get? Because THAT makes NO sense... I mean, that they don't like it ;) That song is one of the catchiest things ever.
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I remember when I was a kid it was the #1 song to hide from the parents, which of course only helped it's popularity. But the club people were having no part of it. Too freaky for them. Maybe it's a Detroit thing. Which would account for all the lead in the drinks.
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