I had no intention of getting yet another streaming service, especially a Disney one, but then Disney offered the filmed Broadway production of Hamilton on Independence Day.
I had concerns. ”What if they sing too fast for me to understand the words? What if I’m the only person alive who doesn’t love Hamilton? What if I don’t ‘get’ it? What if I’m the old lady who doesn’t like change?”
(That last concern was because yesterday morning we watched Sweeney Todd. I complained that back in my day musicals had chords that progressed, not this rambling Sondheim nonsense, then Gary asked, “isn’t that just like an opera?” So now I have to accept Stephen Sondheim musicals, and now I was forced to accept yet another musical format in the same day.)
Of course, I loved it, just like everyone else in the world. I understood almost every line, even without the closed captioning I rely on for The Pallisers. King George was my favorite character, Lin Manuel Miranda is a genius, it deserved all the Tonys, I share all the popular opinions.