When I was a teen, I went to a Christian youth group for a while. I was obsessed with musicals, particularly Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats. One day, one of the youth group leaders told me that it seemed I loved Cats the musical more than god, and urged me to give it up. Anyway, I decided after our conversation that I really did love musicals more than god, and I never went to church again. So that’s the story of how Cats made me forsake Jesus and turned me into an atheist.
We found it, folks. The one good thing Andrew Lloyd Webber did.
“genre-savvy” no i want a genre-unsavvy protagonist. scratch that, i want a genre-deluded protagonist.
i want a protagonist who is convinced until the last possible moment that they’re in a lighthearted romcom–despite the proliferation of slasher murders. give me a soccer dad who is just so determined to enjoy family vacation, despite the fact the kids summoned an eldritch deity from the lake. a preteen who is experiencing a coming-of-age saga and annoyed their parents aren’t emotionally present (the parents are distracted by a literal zombie apocalypse). endless possibilities
