I rarely found Spanish to be a particularly beautiful language.
Then Raúl came along.
You two have heard the Spanglish version of O Tannenbaum, right? (Yes, Spanglish.)
The pretend problem with Taboo was the press. They were so hard on it and so set on it being bad that it became impossible for the cast and crew to work on the show without being constantly watched and scrutinized.
The real problem with Taboo... well, there were a lot. It would've benefitted from an out-of-town or off-Broadway tryout, of some sort. And also, the problem was mainly in the book. Apparently a lot of George's scenes as Leigh were cut between London and New York, and those scenes were sort of integral to understanding the web of relationships between all of the characters. In the Broadway version, it was sort of like there were all these people that had some sort of relationship, but it was hard to grasp just HOW they were all related. And then at the end, they were all in this room together hugging and reminscing, and if you didn't know much of the story, you were just like "okay, why?"
A work of art is an invitation to love.