I’ll watch “Purple Rain” anytime, anywhere. The sheer audacity of Prince’s persona makes that flick a classic to me. He listens to music on a cassette tape he made that features people moaning, in the throes of passion. He convinces Appolonia that she must strip naked and purify herself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka before telling her the body of water she’s standing in “ain’t Lake Minnetonka”. He wears a Lone-Ranger esque lace mask onstage and broods offstage in his dressing room, throws violent fits even. He cruises around town on his purple motorcycle. What’s not to like? One of my personal heroes.