Yesterday evening, Katherine and I watched Purple Rain (1984), which Katherine had seen before but I had never seen. I'm not a Prince fan, but I acknowledge that he was a great guitar player and a superb all-around musician and songwriter. The movie was terrible. The plot was clichéd (two men fight over a woman; one of the men comes from a violent family); the dialogue was stilted; the acting was bad; even the subtitles bore little resemblance to what was said by the actors. I don't regret watching it. The movie is a period piece, replete with 1980s hair, clothing, music, and attitude.
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