Mason Jordan

blog — 16 min read This is the story of a trip to the UK to celebrate my 40th birthday. It begins on my 39th birthday (December 26th if you’re wondering), when my wonderful girlfriend Alicia gifted me a professional-quality darts board and (very reluctantly) let me hang it in our home. Later that night she turned to me and asked “what should we do for your birthday next year?

Millions of eager eyes staring at you. Awaiting something. A product, an asset, entertainment. They all stare and wait, their lips contorting into a malicious shape. The spotlight can be dangerous, and when that gets mixed up with the paranoia you’ve been feeling… well. Even a smile can seem dangerous. The highly anticipated sequel to Parker Finn’s horror smash hit “Smile” has finally been released, and many people think it completely knocked the concept out of the park.

“Good news… She’s dead.” “Wicked,” the stage production and now the feature film, both start with this startling decree. The residents of Munchkinland, aptly named the Munchkins, rejoice over the murder of the Wicked Witch of the West, who has (allegedly) tormented them for years. The good witch, Glinda, floats down to congratulate and celebrate with the Munchkins, and the jaw-dropping opening number begins.