"A show of the same kind, or some dirgical by one the present-day critics' darlings, some pretentious bore from Great Britain, or some asinine, infantile drivel dredged from a sewer that the critics will swoon over?"
Ironically, MAMMA MIA! is in fact asinine, infantile drivel dredged from a Great Britain sewer that the critics swooned over and gave darling reviews.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.