Director: Alek Kesheshian
It's probably a cultural bellwether that the biggest name in music right now is Taylor Swift, who is a fine singer/ songwriter and who is about as challenging as a pair of fuzzy socks. Like, I get that she speaks to the suburban experience like no one's business, but she's not exactly out there getting angry notes from the Pope.
But not so Madonna circa 1990 when this documentary was shot and subsequently released. The Material Girl was not poking anyone in the eye, but she was giddily pushing the envelope enough that she was constantly getting free publicity from outraged pearl clutchers.
I was something of a secret Madonna fan around the time this movie came out. Attempting a persona as a fan of music which sat outside of pop and the Top 40, I didn't advertise that I knew all the words to La Isla Bonita. That said, it was expected you'd seen Madonna's videos and knew her songs as both were inescapable through the mid 80's to the mid-90's. And I wasn't avoiding Madonna. She, uh, was not funny looking, and her songs were catchy, and on the radio, fairly non-threatening. And, right out of the gate, she started with Like a Virgin, which always felt like it should be dirty, but you had to make it so, and so it landed on regular MTV rotation.