In the Heights the only movie to pass my “Would I rather have watched The Last of the Mohicans?” test upon first viewing.
John’s back! And of course, the issue on the table upon his return: Hamilton.
Remember when I said I’d watch any musical? Yup. That’s right. I did this to myself.
Hamilton is THE great work of the past decade and perhaps of the century that will transcend far beyond its mere existence on stage.
It’s just Andrew Lloyd Weber, probably getting high and reading some T.S. Eliot, who was also probably wasted when he wrote his short stories.
It’s such a joy to find something that hits you in all the right spots and to realize how it’s affecting you, isn’t it?
Either give me a shameless remake or something where the majority of elements are new- don’t half-ass it.
It doesn’t beat you over the head with how the songs came to be. You can just watch Paul McCartney’s Carpool Karaoke if you want that.
Dexter Fletcher, glad you saved all your tricks while recovering that other one. Rocketman really is something special.
Aladdin felt much more like a new movie with an Easter Egg or quick reference than the “REMEMBER HOW GOOD THIS WAS!?” vibe of Beauty and the Beast.