Celebrate Brooklyn has outdone itself this time. Tonight at 7:30. Gates open at 6:30. Hope the rain stops. But it is purple rain, after all.
To celebrate the 25th anniversary of one of history’s greatest pop
albums, and the extravagantly, hilariously whacky and over the top film
it inspired (the apotheosis of both the purple one’s genius and self
caricature), we invite you to don something lacey and ruffled and come
get your Prince on.
albums, and the extravagantly, hilariously whacky and over the top film
it inspired (the apotheosis of both the purple one’s genius and self
caricature), we invite you to don something lacey and ruffled and come
get your Prince on.
We'll have lyric subtitles, but you know the words
already. Joy Dragland of Brooklyn's live disco orchestra Escort
certainly does; Purple Rain was the first cassette she ever
owned. Dragland and others from Escort will lead the sing-along, after
the band puts everyone in the mood with an opening set. (Note: The film
is Rated R and admission of anyone under 17 will require an
accompanying parent or guardian. The whole evening will feature scenes
of extreme sexiness throughout.)
Gates at 6:30 pm
Guess it deserves its R; watch it for the music: “Although part of the plot centers on making Apollonia a star (if she were that good, would she have to perform “Sex Shooter” in her underwear?), women don’t come in for much in the way of decent treatment. One woman, in fact, is literally tossed headfirst into a dumpster by Morris’ toady, Jerome. Her sin? She sees Morris on the street and dares call him on his failure to show up for a date. I don’t recall how the scene played back in the day, but now, it’s jaw-dropping.”–Reach Goodykoontz