if he’d worn a Scottish football shirt instead of an Argentinian one, maybe he would have had a better night. not quite on the level of Black Coal Thin Ice’s melancholy and deconstruction of class resentment, but one of the most slick, aesthetically gorgeous and quietly empathetic genre films I’ve seen in a while. appreciate how there’s no romance or any major moments of grandiosity between the two leads, just the silent acknowledgment that there’s meaning between them before it…

Hamilton is a play without characters. it exists as the laziest form of writing, every song exists as a statement, a declaration of what the character represents and what ideology you’re supposed to buy into without question. Alexander Hamilton as written and performed by Lin Manuel Miranda is the personification of all that’s good in this world, a significant display of narcissism that is impossible to separate from his personal faux neo-liberalism in reality. Hamilton is the coolest of all…