So, we got Disney+ to watch Hamilton last week. Today we finished the 1st season of Mandalorian which was great, and I would do anything for Baby Yoda.
It was hot, and we thought hmm, maybe Frozen 2 will help us feel cooler. Sadly, it did not.
I was bored and also annoyed by the plotting and pacing. It felt cloying and reductive especially compared with the original. I am actually happy I didn't see this at the cinema because…
Listen, over 4 years ago I had already heard the rumblings about Hamilton. When the cast album came out, I was on my laptop, and I thought I'd just start at the beginning. Almost 3 hours later, sobbing, I realized I hadn't moved or dared to breathe because I was overwhelmed by the genius of it all. I became instantly obsessed. My husband took me in Janurary of 2017 to see it on Broadway to celebrate my 50th birthday. It…
This film is much like seeing an art masterpiece at a museum. I can recognize the amazing craft, the historical references, the surprising break from the known, the elegance and beauty in the work, and yet, if it doesn't engage my heart, leaves me impressed but ultimately cold.
Caveat: My mom was just 21 when she had me and 22 when she had my sister. She was a single parent for us from the time I was 3-14. She was on welfare until I was 7.
I say all this because this film wrecked me. It is so non-judgmental and allows reality to breathe all the while capturing childhood in all its gritty innocence. This is an America that I am acutely aware of and which is too…
