The Literate Kitty

Musicals and I have a complicated relationship. I mean, the whole notion of randomly busting-out-into-song-(and-dance!)-in-the-middle-of-anything-(or-nothing) is— let’s face it —kinda odd.   And don’t even get me started on the songs, themselves. (No, really…  don’t get me started . I could go on for a painfully-long time about how much I dislike everything about, say,  The Sound of Music .)   But, put a  rock  musical in front of me, and you’ve got my attention.     Over the years, I’ve seen my share of those.  Grease .  Hair.   The Wall.   Jesus Christ Superstar.   Rock of Ages .  Tommy .  We Will Rock You .  Hairspray .  Moulin Rouge .  The Rocky Horror Picture Show  (which I’ll never really “get” the  cult obsession over, but whatever).   All of which brings me to right now. 2022. When I’ve been asked— challenged, even! —by someone close to me, to watch and review a previously-unheard-of (by me) classic, from 1974…  Phantom of the Paradise .    So, alrighty then. Challenge accepted