Recently, the mister noted that I’ve become somewhat preoccupied with early 1900s “upper-crusty British people,” as he put it. Taking a look at my Netflix viewing and some of my reading, he’s not wrong. Though set in New York, Elisa DeCarlo’s The Abortionist’s Daughter fits snugly within a genre rife with burgeoning feminism and class considerations that are much like our young nation’s parent country.
Not a lot of great news this week, but I try to end on an upnote, depending on your feelings for The Lion King.
Approximately twenty years ago, I was a theatre minor in college. Read More Listen to Your Mother: Listen to Yourself
Over the holidays, I was smacked in the face with memories based around my high school theatre experiences. My family visited the Cole Porter Room at the Indiana Historical Society, and I started having flashbacks to my days as a sophomore on the set of Anything Goes. Read More Theatre is Good for Teen Spirits