Wicked
no exaggeration i’ve watched this probably around fifty times already and yet i still need it to be 4 hours long. SUCH a treat for my pink-green colour combo advocating, musical-obsessed lesbian ass. i know this shit word for word. shot for shot. score for score. if you play the first few seconds of the first scene at my funeral and i don’t wake up from the casket i’m gone. i don’t care if it’s flawed IT’S LIFE ALTERING AND IT’S PERFECT TO ME AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!!
(and if i write a full review i’ll just keep going on tangents about all the heartbreaking parallels, foreshadowing, hidden themes, deleted scenes, the Gay™️, the insane press tour, how much of a goddess my girl cynthia is since her start in broadway and all the other good shit instead of going into the actual aspects of the film so)