If talent were a weapon, Prince would’ve been arrested for carrying an entire orchestra without a permit.
Sign O’ The Times isn’t just a concert film—it’s Prince in full technicolor glory, turning the stage into his personal playground. What you’re watching isn’t a gig; it’s an intergalactic transmission from Planet Funk, where gravity doesn’t apply and pink dungarees are standard-issue uniforms.
This is basically a “one-man Avengers lineup” where Prince plays not just the lead hero but also every sidekick. Guitar? Check. Drums? Check. Piano, saxophone, vocals, mic tricks that would make any juggler jealous? Double check. At one point, the man literally bounced a mic off his chest mid-performance like it was just part of the choreography.
But Prince wasn’t alone—Sheila E. on the drums deserves her own standing ovation. She wasn’t just keeping time; she was throwing thunderbolts, matching Prince’s electricity beat for beat. Together, the chemistry on stage was so sharp you could cut yourself just watching it.
Originally a 1987 masterpiece, this concert film has been re-purposed for IMAX, and let me tell you—this isn’t restoration, it’s resurrection. The visuals pop like they were filmed yesterday, and the sound? Crisp enough to hear every snap, clap, and funky bass slap. It’s like Prince’s ghost leaned over your shoulder and whispered, “turn it up.”
That said, watching this in a cinema seat feels almost criminal. Prince didn’t make this to be politely observed—this is music that demands hips, sweat, and at least one bad dance move. Honestly, screenings without chairs might be the way forward, because halfway through I was ready to ditch my popcorn and start moonwalking in the aisle.
Here’s the bottom line: Sign O’ The Times isn’t just a concert movie, it’s proof that Prince wasn’t just “good”—he was levels. The kind of levels where his name belongs in the same breath as Michael Jackson, James Brown, or any other performer who ever dared call themselves an icon.
The story here isn’t about narrative arcs or dramatic twists—it’s about witnessing a man at the absolute peak of his powers, radiating funk, soul, rock, and magic in every note. It’s not just a performance, it’s a sermon. And if you walked in doubting Prince, you’ll leave converted, humming, and possibly searching eBay for pink dungarees.
