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When American theatergoers first visit London, they tend to report back on one crucial difference:
When American theatergoers first visit London, they tend to report back on one crucial difference:
There’s a noble tradition throughout the annals of musical theater history that I like to call the “Now, Ulla belt!”
The same joke, an ocean away:
A musical version of Romeo and Juliet.
Here’s a taste of the bite-sized tastes to be had on my Letterboxd:
Fellow geese, let’s gander at how the powers-that-be have shlock-cast Rose Byrne — one of our most spastically-gifted comedic actors working today — since her triumvirate breakout in Insidious, Bridesmaids, and Neighbors.
The Stevens = my version of the Academy Awards, where the only member of the Academy choosing the nominees and winners for each of this hallowed — and, often, hollow — institution’s official feature-length categories (plus two, sans one; Best Picture will be tomorrow) is…me.
Now we’re getting meaty.
To officially launch my recap of 2019 in film, here’s a grab bag of cinematic honors that fail to fit within any of the themed lists to come:
In the 11th Post post-Oscars, my true love sent to me: my version of the 2018 Academy Awards.