Dear Evan Hansen Is A Menace
Famously, I am terrified of horror movies. Like as in I have to loiter outside the theatre during the previews because I am so paranoid that a trailer for something even remotely scary will come on. Like as in before I saw the movie I am about to discuss, I BOOKED it out of the theatre because a singing monkey in the upcoming "Sing 2" gave me a "bad vibe". However, I somehow overcame that fear last Tuesday and saw the world's most terrifying film, featuring the most harrowing protagonist I have ever encountered. From the twisted mind of Steven Chbosky, comes "Dear Evan Hansen", a film that was if you took Logic's 2017 hit, "1-800-273-8255" (who can relate? Woo!") but instead of Khalid motivating you not to kill yourself over the span of four minutes, a 18 year old boy makes you want to end it all over the span of two hours. Dear Evan Hansen follows what looks to have been the ghost of Ben Platt (more on this later) as he manipul