Firstly like am gonna say that I really loved this film for loads of reasons and this is going to be basically bumming off it so if you didn't like and are looking for some validation then you're in the wrong place. I think it's worth saying that what I loved about this film I reckon might alienate a few other people if they've been thinking with a more mainstream head on. This isn't a money spinner it's a proper piece of British Art and should be thought of as such. So to st

A few weeks ago I had the mis-fortune of talking to a pub bore that had the hot take that Hamilton was shit because of Lyn Manuel-Miranda's tweets and an article about his fathers involvement with austerity politics in Porto Rico. It got me thinking about "hot takes" and how our relentless search for them, and therefore our own validation as intellectual sentinels, eradicate rigour, nuance, and undermine the careful, slow, deliberate, considerate, science of making Art. First