As we approve the crux of summer and fall, the battle of pink and green is gearing up with the promotional juggernaut for the new ‘Wicked’ movie currently in progress. The trailers have been spectacular, though I’m hesitant to completely embrace the movie version just yet – right now I’m filling in the blanks of what little we’ve actually seen with the perfectly imagined world that Gregory Maguire’s original novel so masterfully conjured, and the effectively-moving chords of Stephen Schwartz’s music for the musical so thrillingly brought to life. Will they come together without being too bloated in a two-part movie experience? We shall see. For now, I retain hope, which is all we really have right now.
It’s a lovely segue as we depart the pink world of our coquette summer and shift into a drastically and dastardly different fall experience. Fall will be as wicked and wonderful as it will be beautiful and heartbreaking. Whatever realm of coquette sweetness we have created, and whatever magic we might have made, will all be changed when the clock clicks forward and the seasons shift from summer to fall.
If the movie stays true to the question of what makes a person truly wicked – or posits what wicked might in fact mean – while exploring the friendship of two very different people, I’m sure it will be a raging success. As for the battle of pink and green, it’s one that I’ve fought from both sides now, and for this fall it feels like I’m leaning decidedly into the green. So if you care to find me, look to the Western sky…
