The overrated musical Wicked has been propped up by Broadway for years as the greatest work of art ever to exist. If you’re a theatre kid like me, the number of screeching renditions you’ve heard of “Defying Gravity” at every audition is enough to make you want to bang your head against a wall.
At its core Wicked is nothing more than a woke cliche that spins off the classic Wizard of Oz: The Bad Witch is actually good, and merely a victim of the fascist fairyland she terrorizes.
With a new movie remake we didn’t need, Hollywood diddy types have now found a way to make the land over the rainbow even gayer. But this time, it kind of makes sense.
For a while, we’ve allowed circus freaks guilt trip us down the goose poop covered brick road to an Oz-like dystopia. An upside down that…
