I do love that Ann Darrow in 1932 is a "woke" woman of color who spouts "woke" things, sings a lovely ballad about Kong being in chains and her understanding what that's like - I'm not making this up. And she ends the show with a power ballad that is one of the worst things I've ever heard. And the songwriter is named Eddie Perfect. I rechristen him Eddie Anything-but-Perfect.