It’s a Prince concert film from 1987, aka a distillation of human talent at max capacity. Where Purple Rain filters his charisma through a clunky plot, the truth is better than fiction in this pure document of Prince in the Eighties – backup dancers, heels, and Sheila E. on the drums included. As one Letterboxd user puts it, “In Minnesota we don’t have sex ed classes in school. They just play Sign o' the Times once a year.” – Lina Fisher
