In my heart there is anger; sadness; grief for my more naïve self. Because after Dear Evan Hansen, I do not feel as if I’ve been found, as the film’s tagline so bravely promised I would be. I feel instead as if I’ve been left behind to atrophy in the Music Box Theatre some five hundred miles away, a nineteen-year-old ghost in an echoing auditorium.
Tony Nappo is taking a holiday break after another year of sharing twelve thoughts weekly. We’ve collected some of his wittiest ones to revisit over the break.
By Tony Nappo /Dec 17, 2019
iPhoto caption: Norah Sadava in Mouthpiece (Patricia Rozema, 2018)
I sincerely hope anyone in attendance enjoys their SWAG, and their selfies, and their parties, and - in the extremely rare cases where they might actually see one - the movies.