My Brutally Honest and Possibly Offensive Review of the 2004 Movie
I’m sitting tahanan sick from school with absolutely nothing better to do than write my (well, just read the title) review of the 2004 movie The Phantom of the Opera. Gerry phans and Patrick Wilson phans…I’d consider not pagbaba this. So, here I am: putting Phantom in my DVD player and beginning to write down my walang tiyak na layunin thoughts and reactions about it. You can be assured that it will be disorganized, random, completely honest, offensive, and a little inappropriate (just like me).
That awkward moment when two people doing a Google Translate parody of Phantom of the Opera have better voices than the people hired for the 2004 movie (Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum are truly, truly terrible).
Three days ago, on the 23rd of June 2013, a crisis to go down in the history of musical theatre occurred. The female lead, Christine Daee, in London's best loved musical, the Phantom of The Opera, was found dead in her hotel room after the magnificent first show's finale. Phillipa Jones, who played the role, had previously been telling the rest of the cast outlandish rumours of a face appearing behind her mirror - as the Phantom did to Christine's in the play.
Distraught, yet convinced the ipakita must go on, the director (who will remain unnamed) forced her understudy to...