Excerpt from my Morrissey concert post:
And then the coup de grace. For the encore he played "Please,Please,Please..." I welled up. It was strange how that song hit me hard. It was surreal. It was like going home and seeing your mother's face as you remember it as a child. It was like being granted the wish of getting to be seventeen for a moment and being able to share the kiss with Molly Ringwald at the end of "Sixteen Candles."
Sounds like a great show from your point of view and Pezda's as well. Did you ever see the music doc. New York Doll? The song helps take your breath away at a particular moment and the film is interesting in its own right.
So I promptly put this movie in my queue. I could summarize the plot and it would sound like a schlocky Hollywood attempt at making a sincere story. However it is a wonderful documentary with real beauty. Just rent the damn movie.
Regarding "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want," if you think John Cryer throwing playing cards into an empty hat from a bare mattress while Molly Ringwald is off snogging some soulless, pretty boy, rich dude is heartbreaking (or too painfully close to your own pathetic adolescent life to bear,) you have orders of magnitude of heartbreaking yet unseen.
The story of Arthur "Killer" Kane is even more appropriate with all the talk being thrown around about God lately. It is tragic and beautiful. It gives me hope. (Few will appreciate the weight of that last sentence.)
Thank you Dale. If you don't already, please take time to visit Passion of the Dale. In honor of this post, now linked here at WILATU.