My triumphant return to this blog. A Drunk Movie Review of Purple Rain featuring Prince. Yeah. I know.
Billy: I really want to watch this movie. It’s semi-autobiographical.
Me: Okay fine. Fine.
Billy: That girl has awesome boobs. Boobs in the 80’s were so much better than boobs now.
Me: Why did people wear clothes like those? How was that what people wore? Like on the street?
Billy: Of course Prince has a motorcycle. He is a fantastic guitarist and performer. That is so rare this day in age. He just rocked so hard that he died.
Me: The girl with the great boobs has a tear in her eye because Prince was rocking so hard. Also, this movie is bad. I love it.
Billy: Those boobs.
Me: I know. Wait. He just slapped her?!?! I don’t like this movie anymore.
Billy: Yeah he kind of lost me.
One star.
