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"Sondheim Bad B***ches: Definitive Ranking"

The actor Larry Owens has posted "Sondheim Bad Bitches: Definitive Ranking," and it's earning the attention it deserves.

https://twitter.com/larryowenslive/status/1283759355507150851

What's funny is that this deranged man is seeing these characters in the most absurdly "glowing" light: It's not at all clear that Mrs. Lovett is a "hopeless romantic," or that Madame Armfeldt is a "great mom." I'm also not certain that Gussie, in "Merrily," will "do what it takes to get a young upstart composing duo their due...."

In any case, I'm happy to watch this clip, because it sends me back to my college years, and to all those important cast albums: Angela Lansbury in the "Sweeney" cover art, the stars and moon around the words "Night Music," the Wolf in the logo for "Into the Woods."

Also, I would add Dot to the Bad Bitch list. Dot--barely able to read--finds herself enmeshed with an asshole artist in France. She is going to have this guy's baby, and she can't get his attention. Maybe weaker people would flounder here. But Dot meets a nice, enterprising baker, books passage to America, and creates a dynasty, a group of people who will later have a major impact on the Chicago Institute of Art. She also teaches herself to read. She chose, and her world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken. The choosing was not.

That's just my own two cents. Your nominees for the list? It seems like Donna Murphy could have a role here.....
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