Steven Spielberg’s West Side Story is a a true musical, with brass-cracking orchestration; colors so anodyne they whisper, so blaring they shout; voices that soar and temporize and stay. Within seconds, it necessitates its own existence.
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Lindsey Romain is a writer and editor. Her work has appeared in Vulture, Fangoria, Vice, Polygon, and more.
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