Go Away And Die. Or Stay Here And Die, As Long As We Get To The 'You Die' Part
Hollywood and it's incessant sequalization just drives me fucking crazy. Broadway doing musical versions of everything under the damn sun drives me fucking crazy. I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone's chocolate got in someone else's peanut butter and became two great traditions that need to be knifed in the balls repeatedly by a rusty-spoon-wielding, myopic gorilla when put together.
It was bad enough when a novel was written (The Phantom of Manhattan), acting as a sequel to Leroux's classic novel, where the Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, escapes his doom and goes to New York, where he makes a killing in the stock market and generally acts non-Phantom-like. Fucking travesty. Now, someone's taking that novel, making music for it, and doing it as a sequel to Webber's hideously wrong adaptation of the original novel. I wish I was making this up, so there could be some kind of bad punchline at the end.
The terrible punchline, I think, is that I can hear a thousand pairs of panties being creamed over this. I hate this planet.
It was bad enough when a novel was written (The Phantom of Manhattan), acting as a sequel to Leroux's classic novel, where the Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, escapes his doom and goes to New York, where he makes a killing in the stock market and generally acts non-Phantom-like. Fucking travesty. Now, someone's taking that novel, making music for it, and doing it as a sequel to Webber's hideously wrong adaptation of the original novel. I wish I was making this up, so there could be some kind of bad punchline at the end.
The terrible punchline, I think, is that I can hear a thousand pairs of panties being creamed over this. I hate this planet.