The film explores the story of Christopher, who appears to be facing a different path where she is told that she is the romantic heir, Mary Sharon, in exchange for her money. There is still hope for coexistence in a new love story, but things get really complicated and his initial plan is revealed.
In Under the Cherry Moon, the self-styled auteur is obviously aiming for a romantic tragedy with occasional lighthearted moments. What he ends up with, however, is purest camp.
In Under the Cherry Moon, Prince does more for movie musicals than any performer since Frank Sinatra and more for bared midriffs than any sex symbol since Little Egypt. Forgive me, Madonna, but it's true.
Like Elvis Presley, Prince has the charisma to carry an atrocious movie-real fans just want to see him-but even Elvis never got so carried away with himself that he thought he could direct.
Word leaked out a few weeks ago that Under the Cherry Moon was something of a stinker. Horsefeathers! It's unique, by far the boldest film of the summer.
Cherry Moon had some potential as a cultish Trading Places. But it drowns in its pretenses. No doubt, Prince fancies himself an auteur in his directing debut. But he has no restraint, no true vision. It's as if we've all been mooned.
