You don't watch Purple Rain for Prince's debut as an actor or for the movie's wet variation of the "Who's on second?" routine, nor for its maudlin story, apparently almost Prince's own, of a Minneapolis musician, Kid, who uses music as an escape from an abusive father, and you certainly don't watch for its depiction of women who fellate guitars and are dismissed as "bitches" whose "periods are messed up", but you watch it because you are a fan of and/or want to marvel at the big-headed queer bird that is Prince in his Little Lord Fauntleroy suits, and for his musical performances, especially 'Purple Rain,' one of the best songs ever written.
★★☆☆☆
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