And I still think RENT is hipster-y wank.
I get it, I get it, it occupies a special place in the Nineties when it comes to LGBT culture and the AIDS epidemic ... but fuck it, it's not the Nineties anymore. I can now look back at that cast of whining, self-entitled, solipsistic, pretentious and poverty-glorifying douchebags with their Hallmark-level set piece songs bereft of wit and self-awareness and definitively say...
I would not be sad if any of them were thrown under a bus. Or ravaged by wolves. Or caught in a methane explosion. Or slapped in the face with salmon.
"Working is selling out to the Man! La vie boheme!"
God forbid working nine to five for basic necessities like food, heating and other little "minor" luxuries.
I wonder what those insufferable twits would say now, comparing the economy of the 90s to the horror show we have today?
Friendly reminder, the token Magical Queer killed a dog and it's played for laughs. Yeah. Fuck RENT.