Taste

I’m fairly well back in my pre Covid swing theatre wise. Cinema not so much. I went to see Barbie of course. Didn’t everybody?

I found that given the choice of Oppenheimer, a 3 hour movie about an American theoretical physicist, the “father of the atomic bomb” , or under 2 hours of pink nonsense leaving time for a drink and a nibble, the pink nonsense, drink, nibble option won hands down.

Controversially I was absolutely on team Ken. I know a young man who, without irony, can be very Ken, bare chest, leatherette trousers, fake fur coat. Ken is everything, Barbie’s just Barbie.

I may have to come to terms with the fact that my entertainment tastes can be a smidge low brow. On the one hand I do love a bit of opera, on the other I’m very fond of drag queens. Is there a world where Myra DuBois could sing Brunhild in The Valkyrie?

My kind of world.