it has come to my attention that the villain of the new broadway adaptation of anastasia is not, in fact, an evil wizard who Made Communism Happen, but instead the son of one of the guards who executed the romanovs, now pursuing our heroine across europe like a soviet javert, desperate to complete his father’s work and scrub the last stain of the tsars from this new russia.
so, you know. now I have to spend seventy fucking dollars on theater tickets.