The first time I watched Phantom of the Opera (2004) was in seventh grade choir class, the week before summer vacation. I couldn’t hear a word of it over everyone’s conversations, but it looked so beautiful. The candle-lit hidden passages, the soft and snowy cemetery, and the grand masquerade hall were all so wonderful above another dreary day of junior high. The theme would crescendo every once in a while and I’d change seats to try and get closer to the board and hear more of it. I got out of school a week later and the film buried itself into my subconscious. Continue reading “Retrospective: ‘The Phantom of The Opera’ Is Shamelessly Over The Top”
