I know it makes me a blaspheming blasphemer with incredibly low-brow and dubious taste, but I like Under the Cherry Moon more than I do Purple Rain. I understand (and agree with) all the arguments for why Purple Rain is the better film, but there is something wonderfully strange, surreal and charming about Under the Cherry Moon. It is stilted and awkward in some parts and downright preposterous in others, but I've never seen anything else like it. Not to mention, it is worth the price of admission to watch Prince strut around the French Riviera in cutout catsuits, high heels and illusion mesh. There really was no one else like him, and there never will be. If you haven't, watch Under the Cherry Moon (a bit drunk is best).
Check out the trailer.
Check out the trailer.
Bonus: The film was Kristin Scott Thomas's first major role. Here's a clip of her talking about the film and meeting Prince. (I know it was the 80s, but those earrings look like they should be distracting babies at a daycare in Fort Lauderdale.)
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