Today’s essay is about Wicked, but I wanted to let you know there are some mild spoilers, so proceed with caution.
I’ve seen Wicked twice now, and I’m having deja vu. I distinctly remember making it my entire personality when I popped that Original Broadway Cast Recording CD into my Saturn coupe for the first time, and here we are again. I cannot stop reading the takes. We recorded a Popcast episode about the movie. My entire explore page is dedicated to the press tour and Jonathan Bailey’s calves. It’s a wonderful time to be a theater nerd.
But of course, we can barely have nice things, so the internet does what the internet does best: losing its mind.
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