Like, every time I listen to the sound track it goes from “aw man, this song takes me back…” to “oh my god they took Nessa Rose’s character in the book who was supposed to be a creepy and unsettling rise to religious dictatorship and made her entire character centered on being a sad disabled girl in a wheelchair who will never ever find true love because of her tragic wheel chair.”
Wicked is safely up there with The Phantom of the Opera in “musicals I enjoy purely out of nostalgia but am hyper-aware how bad it is” but also throw in “kind of hold a lot of extreme contempt for it” to make it all the more complicated
So much of my childhood interests were based around my unspoken crush with the frowny male protagonists.
Look, I have no illusions to the flaws of the Star Wars prequel series,
but Phantom Menace was inherently my favorite of the series as a kid, years before I ever saw it, solely because I thought this Qui Gon Jinn lego figure was hot.
And I stand by it.
In elementary school I listened to a cassette tape of the prince of Egypt while trying to sleep, and after like a solid year or two of that I can still fall asleep within the first 45 seconds of “when you believe”