Oh how I loathe cinema

So they’re in ‘’……….. (did not exist in 1830 but whatever, nice one Robert ‘the historical accuracy guy’ Eggers) and they’re speaking…… varying degrees of a kind of British accent…… and they’re all coming together……. to compete in the bad acting Olympics I guess…… I dunno you guys……. Super stalled, schlocky, nonsense screenplay…… gratuitous fake deep ending…… Other than the cinematography……. This was Nosfernotsogood :/
My truth as a Gay Man Of Musical Theater Experience is that I simply do not get Wicked. I just don’t. I am sorry. I wish I did. Sometimes, late at night, if I listen to I’m Not That Girl and close my eyes, I feel close to understanding. Alas, upon reflection, tis merely a lark. See, I went to the musical theater summer camps. I watched the bootlegs at sleepovers. I drank the 30 dollar Glinda cocktail at the…