the neon lights and oversized angel wings and glow-in-the-dark Mother Marys and illicit meetings in the night all but personified the dramatic inner-workings of 15-year-old me, who saw it in the theater with all her best pals so many years ago. and promptly died and cried and thought about nothing else for weeks (months, years) after. as i did when i came across this juicy clip on into the gloss.