May. 31st, 2012
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May. 31st, 2012 08:42 pmOh it has been a long week. And it's Annual Mandatory Volunteering week at work, so it won't end until ten o'clock tomorrow night. Mind you, I could do worse than mandatory volunteering at a swanky restaurant fundraiser, so I can't complain. There will be appetisers.
Mum emailed me excitedly yesterday because she'd found a sequel to Phantom Of The Opera. I knew it existed, I'd read some reviews, but I had no idea she'd ferret it out. It's called Love Never Dies and it's a semi-hilarious, semi-dreadful reboot wherein Christine and the Phantom totally got it on (there's a whole song about how they did it Under The Moonless Sky, oh my god) and then he ran off and faked his death because of reasons, and she got married to hide that he knocked her up. It's set in a circus on Coney Island, and it's an odd mixture of canon reboot and soap opera.
All the various ideas in it are intriguing; the circus setting, the boy genius, the paternal revelation -- but it's just so hilariously mishandled.
I will be very happy for the weekend. Bad musicals, multiple people picking fights with me, and a truly staggering case of indigestion; I'm considering spending the weekend hiding under my blankets. Or possibly under the bed (it's clean now, thank you Roomba).
Mum emailed me excitedly yesterday because she'd found a sequel to Phantom Of The Opera. I knew it existed, I'd read some reviews, but I had no idea she'd ferret it out. It's called Love Never Dies and it's a semi-hilarious, semi-dreadful reboot wherein Christine and the Phantom totally got it on (there's a whole song about how they did it Under The Moonless Sky, oh my god) and then he ran off and faked his death because of reasons, and she got married to hide that he knocked her up. It's set in a circus on Coney Island, and it's an odd mixture of canon reboot and soap opera.
All the various ideas in it are intriguing; the circus setting, the boy genius, the paternal revelation -- but it's just so hilariously mishandled.
I will be very happy for the weekend. Bad musicals, multiple people picking fights with me, and a truly staggering case of indigestion; I'm considering spending the weekend hiding under my blankets. Or possibly under the bed (it's clean now, thank you Roomba).