Ponderings.

You know, it's funny. I've been working on a vid for Phantom, and thinking about how, well, pretty much everybody hated it -- in stark contrast to the way I hated Troy, whereas just about everybody I seem to know enjoyed it.

And, you know, I think I've really come to understand why I liked the film version of Phantom so much.

1) I never actually liked the play itself. Don't get me wrong, I love the music. A lot. But as a production, it never worked for me. I saw it once, and that was enough; but I've listened to my soundtrack countless times -- to the point where I actually wore out my tape and went several years without until I managed to get my hands on a CD copy.

2) The only Phantom and Christine, until the movie, that I liked were Colm Wilkinson and Rebecca Caine. Yes, that's right. You heard me. This is my big confession: Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman make my ears bleed. They really do. Can't stand their voices.

I've always felt rather like a heathen for feeling that way. But there it is, the truth is out, and I go now to keep working on viddage.

(And you know, what was kind of fun was that there are moments in this movie that look kinda like I could have edited them together. Heh.)

Incidentally -- I'm rather feeling the need to watch HHGttG again. Hee!