"Don't you know me, Kansas City? I'm the new Berlin Wall. Try and tear me down!"
This was one of those Weird Gay Gender-Moment Glam Rock Musical Movies I watched as a 15 year old that left a profound impact on me in the prime years of my development (shout out to Velvet Goldmine and C.R.A.Z.Y). Maybe it was the painting my nails black to look more like Lou Reed, or the crazy Communist Eastern European mother, or dreaming of being Miss Farrah Fawcett Like On TV, or the never putting a bra in the dryer ("it warps!"), but I just Got It and even now, years later, I still Get It and love it even more. My only regret, in the words of my friend watching the (incredible) animations for The Origin of Love, "I wish we had done acid or something right before this".