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'Stranger Things' star Gaten Matarazzo joins the show. Over sushi and cappuccinos (yes, really), we talk about his remarkable journey from child performer to seasoned Broadway star and Netflix favorite. Gaten shares what it was like to commute from New Jersey to perform in Les Misérables as a kid, the surreal audition process that led to his breakout as Dustin in ‘Stranger Things,' and how it feels to say goodbye to such a defining project. He also opens up about living with cleidocranial dysplasia (CCD) and how he's using his platform to raise awareness and empower others. This episode was recorded at Lure Fishbar in SoHo, New York City. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Barry Avrich is a Renaissance man, and his creativity knows no boundaries. From crafting brilliant advertising campaigns for Les Misérables, The Phantom of the Opera, and Frank Sinatra's final concerts to directing over fifty documentaries that expose the power, ego, and humanity behind fame, he's lived by one lesson from his father—don't blend in. In this conversation, Barry opens up about his unlikely path from Montreal to the Silver Screen, the thin line between ambition and addiction to power, and why storytelling is his calling. We explore the making of The Last Mogul, Prosecuting Evil, and The Road Between Us, and his belief that movies can still change hearts, minds, and even history. This year, Barry is being honoured with the 2025 Horatio Alger Award, one of Canada's most distinguished recognitions. The award celebrates Canadians who have triumphed over adversity to achieve extraordinary success while giving back to others. For Barry, whose films often illuminate resilience and moral courage, the award feels like the story coming full circle.      

The Time Riders: Part 2 When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Always The Student. Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits, kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with each thrust he made. "Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right there;” Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him, interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air. "Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him. "You're learning." "I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not like when I'm with you." "You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?" Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy. He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher. "Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way. Your cock feels so wonderful inside me." "Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna stop fucking you." "I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a way; to fuck forever;” She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure. Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her. "Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining. "Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming through him. Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in bliss. Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one another's mouths. "God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that sounds heavenly." "Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go boom. She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What did you say they were called? TEA?" "Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and they didn't think that was funny." "Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently. "After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you." "Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through. "Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy." "Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me." "I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind." She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath house or a Parisian brothel." Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it hadn't been for his time machine. "That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated." She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect' or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do." He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it 'clock-blocking'." "You said they had no sense of humor." Becky mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways will help." He turned and looked at her. "How so?" "Well," she began, turning on her side to look at him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area, somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome." He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going. We can try finessing my control of the device." She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream." "It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right, careful practice is probably a good thing." "It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest, his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in reality." "And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into." She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers. "So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing. Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork." He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night. "So here's a question," she remarked as she watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like dealers?" He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?" "Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?" "Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got out a lot quicker than I thought I would." "I think we should find out," she reasoned. "If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you need." "Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put on his new outfit. "Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled, making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a traveler." He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done. She saw him looking at her and winked. "In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way around period garb." "I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet, however. "Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing." "I guess I just feel like it should be me paying." Mark murmured, trying not to blush. "Silly," she giggled again. "You're an eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that the time stream would be interested in?" "Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve." "Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has syphilis or tuberculosis." He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress, one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he found rather tight, especially around the crotch. "So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?" He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer in hand. 17th Century, France. "Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room. The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it down. "Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers." Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien. Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait." The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis, a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale. "Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds, since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy." "Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance, they'd arrived without incident. "Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored with our fair country." "You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting into this," he sighed. Larp?” Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should know about?" Mark inquired. "If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises," she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious." "Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I know who do that stuff are just crazy." "That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too, I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out. Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate." They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout, middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and accommodations. "You are dressed rather unusually to be walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is Henri. And yours, monsieur?" Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;” "Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia." "I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!" she hissed back. "What did the Spaniard say?" asked the portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish." "A curse of our association," she said sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French, and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some facility." "A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge Des Loups." "The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe." "Be at ease, my friends," Henri said, chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what you need." He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?" "Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat, gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help." "Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you." And with that, the man waddled off. "He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two said, but it seemed to agree with you." "We just need to mention his name when we get to the inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth century France! But then, she was fucking her former student who was a time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications with them. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in the various effluences that trickled between the cobblestones and stepped over the unconscious peasants who were sprawled in the middle of the street before opening the faded green doors and entering. Dark and musty, lit by wall sconces and an ancient wrought-iron chandelier overhead in which guttered many candles, the large common room was like something out of an HBO special, minus the lighting budget. Large, round table dominated the space, while a great hearth and a long counter encompassed most of the back wall. Lots of sun-browned peasant faces turned to look at them while some stringed instrument plunked away from a corner. The place smelled of smoke and what was probably body odor. Still ignoring the stares, Becky led Mark up to the counter, behind which stood a surly-looking man with a black moustache and beard. He observed them with interest as they approached. Mark stood silently while Becky addressed the man in French. "My lord the Baron is looking for clean and welcoming accommodations for the night," she began, indicating Mark. "Henri sent us to you, saying that you were the establishment in this town worthy of his business." "If you can pay, then yes, we will be able to room you comfortably," he answered, looking at Mark. "Our best room is one livre per night. I assume the baron can afford this?" She looked at Mark now. "A single night is one livre. Those'd be the silver coins. Get one out and just give it to him, without showing how much you actually have." Mark nodded and fished out one of the coins indicated, putting it on the counter for the proprietor to inspect. Satisfied, the man nodded. "This will cover the room. If his lordship has need of a bath or food, we can provide these things as well." "Fresh food?" she asked pointedly. "Only the freshest for the lord," laughed the man loudly, causing people nearby to chuckle. "Is he a mute?" "No, he is Spanish and speaks no French," she said flatly, fixing the man with a hard look. "You can speak to me, his servant, if you feel the need to communicate. You can bring him food now, and your finest wine, good sir." She then turned and took Mark's arm, leading him over to an empty table in the corner, once again ignoring the gazes that followed them. She sat down and sighed, nodding. "We'll eat and then see about the room and a bath," she declared, looking around and taking everything in. "If it's big enough, I'm sure we can get into all sorts of trouble in the tub." "I'd like that," he said, finally relaxing. "I'm glad you're taking to this so easily, because I'm way out of my element. London in the 1880's was hard enough, and all I was doing was pretending I was an American traveler. France in the time of the Louis the Sun King, that's a little out of my league." "Don't worry, once you hit your stride, you'll do fine," she said gently, patting his hand. "I've just had more weird experiences over the course of my life than you have and am adapting a little quicker is all." A jug of wine, two goblets, some hearty bread with butter and some onions and cheese was brought over by a wench who looked like John Rhys-Davies in drag. She belched and tottered off, having delivered her goods. "Although I'm not so sure about adapting to that." Becky said, shaking her head to clear it of the image. She unstopped the jug and poured the dark red wine into their goblets while Mark portioned out the bread, butter, cheese and onions. They both dug in, finally realizing how hungry they were. "Oh, wow, that's good," Becky remarked, looking into her goblet, having tried the wine. "Just remember to eat a lot of bread and butter, Mark, or you'll have the hangover from hell." He'd never had a wine quite like this before and they quickly polished off the jug before ordering another. They finished their bread and cheeses before being presented with a roasted suckling pig and two pheasants, stuffed with local herbs. They enjoyed eating, but the wine was strong enough to eventually get through all the food they'd lined their stomachs with. Becky was giggling and tipsy within the hour. "I can't beli; believe we're here in France," she said, her head tilted to one side. "An' we're gonna fuck; in the tub; an' then in our room, because; because; defiling the timeline; sounds like fun. It's fun, you know, to fuck across history;” "It is," Mark agreed, not as drunk as Becky but still feeling rather buzzed. His tongue felt thick from the wine, which she had explained was not treated with any modern pasteurization process and therefore would be full of tannins and sediments they would need to account for or suffer an assured hangover. "And you're the person I'd want to do it with, Becks;” Becky giggled and slid her hand along his leg, finally arriving at his crotch and giving the bulged contained in the tight breeches a squeeze. "You're not; not a time cop; you're a time cock; timeless cock;” Some musicians had come in a few minutes earlier and were sitting in another corner of the common room. They struck up a lively tune on their lutes, fiddles and a small drum. Becky's eyes lit up as the music reached them. "Oh, I love this song!" she said loudly in English before hopping up from the table and dancing her way with abandon into the middle of the room. People watched on and began to clap and cheer as she stood on a table and began capering. "How the hell does she know this song?" Mark wondered, frowning as he watched his Physics teacher begin to dance and sing. Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser! Un capuchon je lui donnerais Un capuchon je lui donnerais Danse, mon moine, danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher. Mark watched in wonder as she tottered back over and flopped onto the bench next to him, breathing heavily and perspiring. She grinned at him lopsidedly and winked, still obviously rather inebriated. "Why did you know the lyrics to that song?" he asked, utterly baffled. She poured herself more wine and drained her goblet in one gulp, with a very loud Gluck! noise. Clearly, she was intent on partying. "Went to; a Catholic school; run by nunsh;” she slurred, trying to fill her cup again. "Lotsh of shingin' to; keep our little teen girl mindsh; off sheksh; Fuckin' love that shong, used to shing that shong; all the' time; fuckin'; great to dansh to;” "Yes, I noticed," he said, nodding and smiling. "You were almost flashing your tits and your cunt at the; the patrons;” "They can peek; but no touchy;” she said, taking another drink. "Thish pushy; only for you; I think; we'll shee;” She turned and looked at him, her eyes glazed and her skin flush from her exertions. "We're here; together, Mark, but; if you; ya' shee a girl ya' wanna fuck; I'm okay with; with that. "Jus' don' get the crabs!" She had broken into a snickering fit, pressing her forehead against the table as she tried to not fall over completely. Mark was chuckling and feeling really good watching how silly his teacher was being. She looked up suddenly, trying to wear a serious expression. "But one thing," she cautioned, holding up a finger and wagging it at one of the Marks she was looking at. There were three of them, so she chose the one in the middle. "No, moren one thing, but th' one thing'sh; important;” She leaned forward to whisper to him. "Keep your dicky in your pantsh unlesh; unlesh you know she'sh eighteen; 'cush the lawsh right now; 'she prolly legal to fuck 'em younger; but; you're from our time; our time;” She glowered at him drunkenly. "An' we don' fuck 'em if they're not eighteen; ya' got it?" He nodded. "Eighteen or older. Got it. And you can; miss, you can' "Not mish," she interrupted, waving away his comment. "Becky. Not fuckin' mish, remember?" "Sorry," he intoned, letting out a belch and patting his chest. The wine and cheese tasted great but were really fucking with him. "I'll be better; remember;” "Well, what wash it I can do?" she asked. "You were gonna; shay; I could do; what wash it?" Mark thought about that for a moment, unable to push through the wine-induced haze in his head. "I don' remember;” They both broke into laughter, much to the amusement of nearby patrons. Becky had her head on the table again, giggling until Mark slammed his palm on it in an expression of entertainment, shocking her and making her yelp. They looked at one another and burst into more fits of laughter. They'd drained another jug and polished off the pig and pheasants. Mark felt incredibly full, and drunk. Becky could barely stand up and she asked Mark to take her arm and lead them over to the proprietor behind the long counter once again. She shook her head a few times to clear it and he waited patiently for her to speak. "Shir, we'll be needing the bath now, and our room," she said slowly, making sure she could be understood. "Would you be so kind ash to show ush the way?" He tilted his head slightly. "Comment?" "You just spoke to him in English, Becks." Mark told her. Her glassy eyes widened and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to die of embarrassment. "For fuck's sakes;” she muttered. She took a deep breath and repeated herself in labored French. He nodded and led them up the back, away from the common room. It took Becky fifteen minutes to get up the single flight of stairs because it wouldn't stop spinning. Mark sighed as he sat in the large, round wooden tub, his arms resting on the side while his hands gripped the rim. The steaming water splashed over the side as he shuddered and groaned loudly, cumming. Spent, he sank back onto the small ledge and breathed heavily. The water stirred and Becky surfaced, exhaling. Her golden hair clung to her wetly and her glorious tits glistened. She grinned at her student. "See?" she declared, obviously pleased as she pulled her hair over her shoulders. "Told you I could make you cum before having to surface for air." "Jesus, you must've been down there over two minutes," he breathed, never ceasing to be stunned by her carnal skills. "How the hell do you hold your breath that long?" Becky cricked her neck and settled onto Mark's lap, her arms around his neck. She gave him a peck on the nose. "Lots of cardio and physical training." "Obviously." Mark agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." "Hmm, didn't think you would," she purred. "But only half of this equation has been solved, big boy. I haven't cum yet. Since you're friend down there is taking a nap, how good are you at holding your breath?" "Not that good," he chuckled. "I'm happy to lick your cunt, but you'll need to keep it above water." She smiled and rolled her eyes before getting off his lap. He moved aside and allowed her to kneel on the little ledge he'd been sitting on, leaning over the rim of the tub and resting her forearms on it. She looked back at him and winked while wiggling her sexy, toned behind him. Her cuntlips were dripping and looked inviting. Mark knelt in the middle of the tub, behind Becky's ass and took hold of it, kissing the wet cheeks. Becky cooed and squirmed under the attention, one of her hands cupping a tit and squeezing it. She could feel Mark's lips and tongue moving slowly inward toward her core. She bit her lip and sighed. He touched her cunt, kissing it gently and sliding his tongue up and down the twat, which parted easily before him. Her heard her moan and tasted her tang as he pushed inside her while using his thumbs to pull her inner thighs apart so he could get further into his teacher's snatch. She shivered and pushed back against him, eager for more. "Hmm, Mark;” she cooed, her eyes shut as she felt his tongue inside her. "Yes, right there, lover. Oh, you really know how to use your tongue;” He smiled at her compliment and pulled his tongue out to massage her clit with it, rolling around the little bud and making her gasp sharply. He slid a finger inside her, followed by another and she groaned. He could feel her cunt tightening around his digits and began to push them back and forth slowly while he nibbled and sucked her clit. Becky shuddered again and leaned down, biting at her knuckle while squeezing her tit harder, massaging it vigorously. Mark lashed her clit while fingering her tight twat and then slid a single finger into her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the ledge of the tub, her fingers raking along the iron-bound wood. "Fuck, Mark," she whimpered. "Yes, make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth!" Mark worked her cunt harder, sliding the fingers back and forth, pushing in deeper each time. His tongue massaged her clit relentlessly or he sucked on it. She was squirming and writhing back against him, groaning unashamedly. He was beyond caring if anyone heard them at this point. Becky was panting heavily now, her eyes glazing over as she ground her ass against Mark's face, feeling his fingers in her cunt and her ass, wiggling and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She would miss his cum inside her, but she would surely get it before long, Mark was developing good stamina under her guidance. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she began to cum, pleasure blossoming through her from her cunt and out to her fingers and toes. Her body shook while she climaxed, the wet, gooey ecstasy of colors in her mind letting her; Invasion. There was a smash, like wood splintering, the creak of worn metal. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, the unreal delight of her orgasm draining away as men in masks and dark clothes surged into the room, at least five of them and more shadows in the hallway. Most were holding knives or small clubs, but she saw the one in front carrying a heavy flintlock pistol. Even in the darkness of the room, lit only by candles around the wall, she could see the wicked scar on his cheek. "Arrêtez! Reste tranquille et je ne te tuerai pas!" he rasped, pointing his pistol at her while his comrades moved into the room and began searching for something. "Qui es-tu?" Becky demanded, getting angry not only about the intruders, but the fact that her orgasm was slipping away. She could feel Mark still kneeling behind her, looking on in shock at what was happening. "Tais-toi, salope!" the man barked, moving toward her and drawing a wicked knife from his belt, his men now ransacking the room. He placed the point of the knife at her throat and Mark felt a cold fear run up his spine. "Do not speak to me in that tone if you' He never finished the sentence as Becky grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted, hard. The man with the scar yelped as he lost his grip on the knife and the blonde woman leapt out of the tub, her knee smashing into his face. He staggered backward and then went flying as her foot slammed into his ribcage. He crashed through a table and this got the attention of the thugs he'd brought with him. They all looked in shock at the naked blonde tigress for a moment and then surged in on her, knives and cudgels ready. "A little help here, hero!" Becky shrilled as she scampered away from the incoming bandits. "This isn't sex, don't make me do all the work!" "Hey now!" Mark protested, half-rising out of the relative protection of the tub because of her taunt. "It's not like you do all' "Goddammit, Mark!" Becky shouted as she ducked the swing of a club and punched her attacker in the balls. "You'd better hope they kill us, because if I survive, I'm going to crack open your skull and suck your brain out with a straw! Help me!" Mark came to his senses and vaulted over the side of the tub, trying not to think about the fact that he was buck naked and rushing toward his teacher and her assailants. He crashed into the smallest man, bearing him to the ground and winding him. Not sure what else to do, he began punching the bandit, knocking his cloth mask askew so he could not see. The man struggled wildly to get out from underneath his naked foe. "Huh!" Mark choked out as another thug grabbed him by the throat from behind and started pulling him off the man he was on top of. He could feel his tongue beginning to bulge out of his mouth and was thinking he must look incredibly foolish, like Jabba the Hutt when Princess Leia strangled him with the chain. He couldn't die like that. He couldn't. With a limp dick and a swollen tongue? In front of Becky? He'd taken some karate, although he was no expert. His skin was still wet and he went limp, using sudden deadweight to break his attacker's hold on his throat, although he hissed in pain when he felt the man's ragged nails crease through his skin as he lost his grip. With a thud! Mark hit the floor and did the only thing he could think of doing; he grappled onto the man and took him down in a rough tumble. He desperately rolled until he was on top and rammed his knee into the man's stomach. He heard the man wheeze but then sparks exploded behind his eyes as something cracked across the back of his head. He didn't fall over but scrambled away in a panic, wishing he could see in the darkness or that the room would stop spinning. Becky landed in a heap on top of him, knocking him back to the floor. She was still naked and incredibly angry from the sounds of her. "That's it, buster!" she roared as she surged back to her feet and charged her attacker. Mark dazedly looked over and watched as his teacher sprinted across the room, her foe giving chase. She leapt in the air and to the wall, her foot making contact. Before anyone was ready, she sprang backward, smashing her foot across the man's jaw in a roundhouse kick that they must have heard on the edge of town. The man went down like a sack of flour. "Alright, who's next?" she shouted, standing in the middle of the room, naked and scratched up. She grabbed a pewter jug and slammed it backward into the head of a man coming up behind her. He went down. "I didn't know you did parkour!" Mark called out as he tackled another thug from behind, taking him to the floor. "I do a lot of things to take out my sexual frustrations!" she snapped back, picking up a bench and throwing it at two assailants to keep them off-balance. "Parkour, jiu-jutsu, archery, Krav-Maga. I was kind of hoping that fucking would allow me to vent a little steam!" "I can see why!" Mark said as he smashed the man's face into the floor repeatedly. Even in his weirdest dreams, he'd never imagined fighting French bandits while buck naked. He wondered if the Temporal Enforcement Agency would be up his ass about this incident. "Oh, shut up!" she shrilled, kicking a man between the legs from behind and then suplexing him after he doubled over in pain. The floor splintered with the impact, but Becky rolled to her feet and grabbed his cudgel. "You still owe me an orgasm, mister!" "Okay, okay!" Mark said hastily. A sallow man confronted him, wearing an eye-mask, who brandished a knobbed club. The bandit grinned at him, clearly intent on bashing his head in. Thinking quickly, Mark stood and looked somber, clasping his fist in his hand and bowing, like they did in his mom's tai chi class. The bandit looked confused for a moment before Mark bowed again and then made a motion urging the bandit to do the same. Still not sure what was happening but wanting to get on with things, the bandit bowed at the waist clumsily. Mark broke a chair over his head before grabbing the cudgel and rushing to Becky's side. "So very nice of you to join me," Becky panted as they faced off against the three remaining intruders, who were trying to surround them. Mark and Becky backed up toward the outer wall, the window behind them. The men closed in. There was a groan and a clatter as the man with the scar on his cheek slowly got to his feet from the pile of broken furniture he'd been laying in and approached them, his henchmen parting to make way for him. "Pour votre arrogance, je vous verrai mort." he growled, pointing his pistol at Mark. Trapped, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; click! Mark blinked and opened his eyes. The scar-faced man was scowling at his pistol, which was letting off a small tuft of smoke but had failed to go off. Was the powder wet? With a roar of fury, Becky was on him. "Get the other three!" she yelled as she rearranged his face. "I've got this one!" Too bewildered to be afraid and exhilarated to be alive, Mark charged the remaining three thugs, who were all backing away in confusion. None of this had gone according to plan, the majority of their fellow bandits were strewn around the room, beaten unconscious by a naked man and a crazy blonde hellion with big tits and a shaved cunt. "C'est des conneries!" she raged as she beat the man around the room, showing no mercy. "I came to the Sun King's France to drink wine, have a good time and get laid! And you fuckers just had to try and rob me, didn't you? All sorts of peasants to pick on, but no! You thought you'd get lucky with two strangers! Well va te faire enculer, pal!" Mark lost track of the whirlwind of violence his teacher had become while he ducked the swipe of a knife and then kicked the leg out from under a thug, dislocating his knee and dropping him. He whirled around and got lucky with the cudgel, cracking it across the jaw of another man, who spun like a top and fell to the ground. He was beginning to notice that he was taller than just about all these men, often by a significant margin. Some were barely taller than Becky. Had nutrition really been that bad in this era? The last one got desperate and lunged at him, but Mark twisted and used his foe's momentum to send him sailing past and smashing into the window. The unconscious man slumped halfway through the shutter and the sounds of commotion in the street below reached him. He shouldn't have been surprised that they were causing a stir. He looked around the room to see if any other foes were standing, but saw only sprawled bodies everywhere, some stirring slightly. The only other sound was that of a face being punched. He looked over to see Becky squatting on the scarred man's chest, grappling into his collar and socking him repeatedly in the mouth while swearing in French. "Nique ta mere!" thump! "Oh, you really pissed me off!" she growled as she huiled the man up by the shirt and dragged him stumbling over to the tub, where she pushed his head under the water. He thrashed about in a panic before she let him back up, gasping for air. "You like that?" she shouted, thumping his head off the side of the tub several times for emphasis. "Ya' think it's funny to barge into a girl's room when she's about to get her rocks off? Is that it?" She shoved his head back underwater again, waiting until he was thrashing around in terror again before pulling him back out and dragging him over to the bed. She threw him against it so that he was kneeling, supported by the straw-stuffed mattress as he swooned. "Hold him down, Mark;” she growled. Unsure of what to do aside from comply, Mark got on the bed and pinned the man's arms against the mattress, putting all his weight on them to keep him in place. He watched in growing confusion as Becky knelt behind the man and yanked his breeches down, exposing his pock-marked behind. She found his flintlock pistol and glared at it for a moment before fiddling with the mechanism, cocking it. The man's eye flared wide and he howled in pain and horror as she pushed the barrel inside his ass. "Alright, buttercup," she said with a sweetness that oozed cruelty. "You're going to explain who told you to come and rob us. And if you don't, I pull the trigger and put your brains on the ceiling." Mark warily shuffled aside on the bed, away from the top of the man's skull. "Do you understand me?" Becky asked quietly, giving the pistol a jiggle. "Probably not," Mark said, trying to sound conciliatory. "You're speaking English again." Becky realized he was right and swore under her breath. Rather than say it all again in French, she decided to just get to the point. She pressed the pistol in an inch further, ignoring the resistance she encountered. "Dites-mois qui vous a envoye," she growled. "Tell me or I blow an asshole in the top of your head." "Henri!" the scar-faced man gasped and whimpered. "He told us you would be here and you have much money!" "Oh, did he now?" Becky growled, forgetting to speak French as she glared at the bandit. "I am going to eat that man's children;” She roughly grabbed the man and spun him around to face her, without removing the pistol muzzle from his ass. His face was pale with fright and artfully rearranged by her fist. He was still leaning back against the bed, not daring to move, breathing heavily. "Maintenant," Becky began, still glowering at him. "You're going to tell me where to' She paused as she looked down at the man's crotch and saw that he was sporting a throbbing erection. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she shouted angrily, yanking the pistol out of his ass and then slamming the grip across his head with a loud crack! The bandit's eyes rolled into his head and he slumped to the ground, very unconscious. "Huh," Mark said as he glanced down at the prone villain. "I guess guys really can get erections from that sort of thing. I thought it was bullshit." "It ought to be, under these circumstances," Becky groused, folding her arms and looking pissed off. "You don't spring wood when a girl's got a gun shoved up your ass, especially after you try to rob her! I don't feel the least bit bad about not giving him a reach-around. Fucker;” "Would you really have pulled the trigger and blown his brains out?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Oh, of course, not," she snorted, giving him a wry look. "I'm not a monster." "You sure fight like one." Mark said, using his hand to indicate the carnage around the room. Bad guys were strewn everywhere, and he was pretty sure he couldn't claim most of them. "Well, they had it coming," she sniffed. "They interrupted my orgasm. It's just rude." She then turned and looked at him, her expression much softer. "Thank you, Mark, for all your help. You saved me, I couldn't have done it on my own." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been in danger if I hadn't brought you here in that damn time machine." Mark said, a feeling of guilt washing over him. She knelt next to him on the bed and hugged him close, their bodies pressing together. She smiled at him and kissed his nose. "Don't be sad," she cooed. "I haven't had this much adventure in ages." Mark smirked. "If you've got romps in your past that compare to this, I wanna hear about them." "Oh, you'll need to do a lot more fucking to coax those out of me, young man," she whispered, reaching down between them to take gentle hold of his cock and begin stroking. "But maybe I won't make it too difficult for; Mark, it's very rude to stare off into space while a girl is trying to seduce you. Mark?" "I'm not staring off into space, Becks." Mark said, staring past her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking annoyed, still kneeling in front of him. "Then what is so fascinating that even my tits can't distract you?" He indicated a direction behind her with a nod. "Voyeurs." Becky turned her head slowly and looked across the room at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed several dark shapes in the hallway, gazing into the room in astonishment. With a sigh, she got off the bed, grabbed a candle that hadn't been destroyed and walked over to the door, clearly beyond caring that she was still naked. She could see men and women now, backing up uncertainly at her approach. She also spied one particular silhouette, large and with a big beard, lurking near the back and trying to not be seen. "Oh no you don't, pal," she called out, snapping her fingers and then pointing at the man before making a beckoning motion. "Get your sorry ass over here;” Henri, the peasant girls, and hospitality. Mark sighed in pleasure and took another drink from the jug of wine he was holding, trying to not spill any. He pulled his lips away and looked down his body. He was sitting in a large, plush bed, blissfully naked. Between his legs, a local girl with dark brown hair girl was bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock ardently, clearly interested in pleasing him. "This one's the innkeeper's daughter?" he mused, enjoying her mouth. She paused sucking on him for a moment to look up and smile eagerly before returning to her task. "She loves cock for sure." "She's one of his daughters," Becky agreed, propped up beside him, equally naked and holding the head of a girl who was lying between her legs, her face buried in the blonde's cunt, which she was licking hungrily. "This is the other one." "You frightened him so badly that he's letting us fuck his daughters?" Mark laughed. "He's given us his personal quarters, given us all the food and drink we want and we can fuck his daughters?" "What can I say, I'm persuasive." Becky grunted, shivering and grinding herself into the face of the daughter. "He'll let us stay for the week, he doesn't want word getting around that a noble had a fiasco in his inn. He'd probably give us his wife, too, if I demanded it. We're too close to Paris and word would get around and wreck his business." "If trashing that room and leaving bandits everywhere doesn't, nothing would." Mark breathed, holding the girl by the hair. "Seriously, it looks like Metallica stayed in that room now. What'll we do about that Henri asshole?" "I'll think of it later, I'm a little busy." Becky hissed, squirming and knotting her fingers in the peasant girl's hair. "Uh, it's been so long, since a girl ate me." "You had a sexy phase? I didn't know you liked girls." Mark said, smirking at her. "Back in high school, maybe," Becky admitted. "Haven't been with one since then." "But I do have a question," he said, focusing past the daughter's wicked mouth. "In all the hassle and afterward, I never asked the innkeeper how old his daughters were." "So?" Becky gasped, eyes squeezed shut and bucking her hips. "Well, what if they're not eighteen? You said yourself that we have to hold ourselves to the standards of the time we come from, right?" "You're thinking of that now?" she groaned through clenched teeth. "I; fuck; Mark, it's 1640 right now. That means these girls can't be any less than three hundred and ninety-two in our time. Good enough?" "Good enough!" he laughed. Rationalization seemed to be a handy skill when you were time travelling. He looked over and saw Becky pull the girl away from her crotch and rustle over to him. He stayed still while she straddled his lap, facing down his body. With one hand, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she positioned herself above it. The two sisters, every bit as naked as them, nestled on the bed below his legs, pressing against one another's sides. They grinned at one another and kissed, their tongues tangling as they waited for Becky to continue. With a sigh, his teacher lowered herself onto his cock, the mushroom head splitting her wet lips before sliding inside her. She sunk down with a groan until he was in to the hilt. She then slowly laid herself back against him, allowing Mark fondle her tits while she squirmed and writhed on him. The sisters moved in and began licking at his cock or kissing her cunt lips and clit while the two guests fucked. "Oh, Heaven;” Becky purred as she caressed his cheek, turning her head to kiss him, their tongues slithering around while she undulated slowly on his lap. "This is what time travel's all about;” Mark held her with one hand, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while his other hand found the wine jug and poised it just over her torso. She hummed in pleasure as he trickled the dark red liquid over her fair skin, letting it cascade down her exquisite form. One of the sisters noticed and knelt up, beginning to lick it off Becky's tits and stomach while the other noisily slurped it from the Mark's cock and Becky's cunt. "God, forget the Sun King's France, we belong in Caligula's Rome," Becky moaned, shivering in delight at how decadent they were being. "We'll need to; hmm; we'll need to find time to attend an orgy, Mark; how's your Latin?" "Not as good as yours, I imagine," he replied, his tongue still swirling around with hers while they fucked. "But I'd be happy to learn it if we can attend a real orgy." He put the jug of wine aside and used both hands to molest her again, squeezing her tits and gripping her skin. Becky writhed and him, pressing down with her hips, shuddering as the two sisters licked her and nipped at her skin. She begged the universe n

In this episode, Dr's J and Santhosh once again perform their biweekly roundup of whats new in the medical world, this time with an emphasis on feel good research. Along the way they cover the intersection of Les Mis and the muppets, fat bear week, ozempic effects on imaging studies, xenotransplantation of the first pig liver, gene manipulation, full metal alchemist, innies v outies, the belly button biodiversity project, greek mythology, peripheral immunity and the nobel prize, the 2025 Ignoble award winners, and more! so sit back and relax as we teach you whats new in medical research!Further Readinghttps://www.researchsquare.com/article/rs-7514267/v1https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0329983https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/1100522https://linkinghub.elsevier.com/retrieve/pii/S0168827825024973Support Us spiritually, emotionally or financially here! or on ACAST+travelmedicinepodcast.comBlueSky/Mastodon/X: @doctorjcomedy @toshyfroTikotok: DrjtoksmedicineGmail: travelmedicinepodcast@gmail.comSpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/28uQe3cYGrTLhP6X0zyEhTPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/travelmedicinepodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this bonus episode, we're joined by one of the most prolific producers in the business – Colin Ingram. He's the award-winning mind behind Back to the Future: The Musical, Ghost, and Grease The Musical, and this year marks the 20th anniversary of his company, Colin Ingram Limited. In our podcast he weighs in on the star casting debate, the future of the West End, his turbulent time with balloons at Les Misérables anniversary concert and what drives him onwards. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Greg and Dan talk to Rik Edgar, General Manager of the Peoria Civic Center, about the exciting lineup of shows coming to the Peoria Civic Center’s Prairie Home Alliance Theater this season! Rik shares the stories behind each production - their history, background, and what makes them stand out! Some of this season’s highlights include: -The Book of Mormon - December 2nd & 3rd Hadestown - January 6th & 7th Les Misérables - February 10th–15th Tickets are available at www.ticketmaster.com, and you can find a full list of shows and upcoming events at theater.peoriaciviccenter.com/events-ticketsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tonight's triple feature charts the modern musical's evolution from stage grandeur to cinematic intimacy. Les Misérables (2012), long trapped in development, found redemption under Tom Hooper's live-sung realism, winning three Oscars and redefining the genre's emotional rawness. The Phantom of the Opera (2004), Andrew Lloyd Webber's own adaptation directed by Joel Schumacher, preserved the opulent theatricality of its 1986 hit, trading subtlety for spectacle and box office success. Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd (2007) stripped Sondheim's operatic dread to its bones—industrial London rendered in blood and ash, with Johnny Depp's haunted performance earning two Oscars. Together they form a triptych of obsession and redemption—three wounded men seeking salvation through music, their worlds collapsing between faith, art, and violence. From the barricades to the opera house to Fleet Street, these films trace the death of theatrical innocence and the last roar of the sung confession.Disclaimer: The following may contain offensive language, adult humor, and/or content that some viewers may find offensive – The views and opinions expressed by any one speaker does not explicitly or necessarily reflect or represent those of Mark Radulich or W2M Network.Mark Radulich and his wacky podcast on all the things:https://linktr.ee/markkind76alsohttps://www.teepublic.com/user/radulich-in-broadcasting-networkFB Messenger: Mark Radulich LCSWTiktok: @markradulichtwitter: @MarkRadulichInstagram: markkind76RIBN Album Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/91d704c9-d1ea-45a0-9ffe-5069497bad59 

West End and Broadway star Ramin Karimloo has led some of the world's most iconic musicals, including The Phantom of the Opera, Les Misérables, and more, and has performed as an actor on major stages around the world.Mickey-Jo sat down with Ramin last week to discuss Roam, the new musical he'll be leading in concert next month at the Shaftesbury Theatre in London alongside a stellar cast including Jordan Luke Gage, Diego Andres Rodriguez, Frances Mayli McCann, and more.Check out what he had to say about his time as a stage dooring fan, performing alongside an idol, challenging himself as an actor, and developing bold new pieces of theatre...Get tickets to see ROAM in concert:https://tixtrack.shaftesburytheatre.com/tickets/series/ROAM/roam-a-musical-1797436?startDate=11-23-2025About Mickey-Jo:As one of the leading voices in theatre criticism on a social platform, Mickey-Jo is pioneering a new medium for a dwindling field. His YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠MickeyJoTheatre⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ is the largest worldwide in terms of dedicated theatre criticism, where he also share features, news and interviews as well as lifestyle content for over 89,000 subscribers. With a viewership that is largely split between the US and the UK he has been fortunate enough to be able to work with PR, Marketing, and Social Media representatives for shows in New York, London, Edinburgh, Hamburg, Toronto, Sao Pãolo, and Paris. His reviews and features have also been published by WhatsOnStage, for whom he was a panelist to help curate nominees for their 2023 and 2024 Awards as well as BroadwayWorldUK, Musicals Magazine and LondonTheatre.co.uk. Instagram/TikTok/X: @MickeyJoTheatre Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Robert Meffe, Head of the SDSU MFA Musical Theatre Program, spent twenty-two years in New York City as a professional conductor, music director, keyboardist, orchestrator, arranger and music copyist. His Broadway credits include: Associate Conductor of Little Women and the last six years of Les Misérables, keyboards for Evita (2012 revival), Newsies, The Phantom of the Opera, Avenue Q, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Grey Gardens, and Bombay Dreams.National Tour credits include Music Director of Evita (2012 revival) and The Phantom of the Opera, Associate Conductor of Les Misérables, Little Women, and Sunday in the Park with George. Off-Broadway: Myths & Hymns, Violet, The Prince and the Pauper, Gutenberg! The Musical!, and music arrangements for Disenchanted. TV: Encore! (Disney+), Earth To America (TBS), Renee Fleming-Live at Lincoln Center (PBS). Las Vegas: Associate Conductor of Avenue Q, keyboards for Mamma Mia and Hairspray. Williamstown Theatre Festival: Ten Cents a Dance (directed by John Doyle). Paper Mill Playhouse: Peter Pan (Music Director), Forum, Thoroughly Modern Millie (Associate), A Wonderful Life, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers(keyboards). San Diego credits include a nomination for Best Musical Direction for Fun Home (San Diego Rep), keyboards for Wicked, Waitress, Beautiful and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (San Diego Civic Theatre), Bright Star, Looking for Christmas, How the Grinch Stole Christmas (The Old Globe), Kiss My Aztec, Fly (La Jolla Playhouse) and Far Away Places, a one-night cabaret show with Patti Lupone (Balboa Theatre).Robert served as Music Prep Supervisor/Orchestrator for the benefit concert, You've Got a Friend at the Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles honoring legendary singer/songwriter Carole King. New orchestrations included “I Feel the Earth Move” for Alicia Keys and “It's Too Late” for Amy Grant.Mr. Meffe serves as the Head of the Faculty for the Musical Theatre Studio at the Trentino Music Festival in Mezzano, Italy. For this festival he has music directed Godspell, Evita, Into the Woods, and Rent.A champion of new works, Mr. Meffe has music directed many workshops and reading of new musicals including Postcard American Town by Lynne Shankel and Crystal Skillman,  'Til Death Do Us Part, by Bobby Cronin and Caroline Prugh, Mister Doctor and Mr. Holland's Opus, both written by B.D. Wong and Wayne Barker, We Foxes and Darling, both written by Ryan Scott Oliver, Quanah by Larry Gatlin and Tony Dodge, College: The Musical by Drew Fornarola and Scott Elmegreen, A Lasting Impression by Zoe Sarnak, Factory Girls by Sean Mahoney and Creighton Irons and I Capture the Castle by Cara Reichel and Peter Foley. SDSU New Musical InitiativeOver the course of two years, MFA students will rehearse and develop to full production a new work of musical theatre under the guidance of faculty director Stephen Brotebeck and faculty music director (and Head of MFA Program) Robert Meffe. Brotebeck and Meffe have years of Broadway experience developing new musical works for the stage including shows such as Peter and the Starcatcher, Ghost and Little Women. Past artists have included Derek Gregor, Phoebe Kreutz, T.C. Lind, Lynne Shankel, Crystal Skillman, Bobby Cronin, Caroline Prugh, Ryan Scott Oliver, BD Wong, Wayne Barker, Michael Federico and Home for Hovercraft band members Seth and Sean Magill. Our plan is to collaborate with a creative team in three stages from reading to workshop to full production. We are looking for completed scripts and scores from a team that is interested in developing their work in conjunction with our graduate students. The committee considers a host of factors in the selection process, including representation of writers and stories from a range of cultural, ethnic, racial, and other affinities, as well as the gender balance of the writers whose work is presented in a given theatrical season.

This week, Mickey-Jo had the chance to sit down with one of his favourite performers, the brilliant Melanie La Barrie.Mel is currently appearing in Mary Page Marlowe at the Old Vic and rehearsing for three upcoming concert performances of a new musical based on The Book Thief.Best known to audiences for starring in & Juliet in the West End and on Broadway, and for her WhatsOnStage Award winning performance in Hadestown, Mel has enjoyed a multi-decade career on stage that has included roles in Mary Poppins, Matilda, Wicked, Les Misérables, and more.Check out what she had to say about her career, co-stars, early inspirations, and the nature of the roles she has played.About Mickey-Jo:As one of the leading voices in theatre criticism on a social platform, Mickey-Jo is pioneering a new medium for a dwindling field. His YouTube channel: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠MickeyJoTheatre⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ is the largest worldwide in terms of dedicated theatre criticism, where he also share features, news and interviews as well as lifestyle content for over 89,000 subscribers. With a viewership that is largely split between the US and the UK he has been fortunate enough to be able to work with PR, Marketing, and Social Media representatives for shows in New York, London, Edinburgh, Hamburg, Toronto, Sao Pãolo, and Paris. His reviews and features have also been published by WhatsOnStage, for whom he was a panelist to help curate nominees for their 2023 and 2024 Awards as well as BroadwayWorldUK, Musicals Magazine and LondonTheatre.co.uk. Instagram/TikTok/X: @MickeyJoTheatre Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Producer Jack Maple (Ride The Cyclone / The Hunchback Of Notre Dame) co-hosts The West End Frame Show!Andrew and Jack discuss the Les Misérables 40th Anniversary (Sondheim Theatre), Shoshana Bean In Concert (St Martin's Theatre) and Mary Page Marlowe (The Old Vic) as well as the latest news about Cynthia Erivo's new musical movie, Todrick's musical Midnight, Aqua, Pippin and more.Jack is currently producing the first UK tour of The Talented Mr Ripley starring Ed McVey and Maisie Smith as well as the UK premiere of Ride The Cyclone at the Southwark Playhouse. He recently produced the UK premiere of The Hunchback Of Notre Dame which sold out its performances at the Prince Edward Theatre.Some of Jack's other producing credits include: Spring Awakening: The 15th Anniversary Reunion Concert (Victoria Palace Theatre), An Officer And A Gentleman The Musical (UK Tour), The Witches Of Eastwick in Concert (Sondheim Theatre), The Show Must Go On! Live (Palace Theatre & NT Live), TuckShop's Sleeping Beauty (Harold Pinter Theatre), Who's Holiday! (HOME Manchester & Southwark Playhouse), The View UpStairs (Soho Theatre), The Rink (Southwark Playhouse) and Working (Southwark Playhouse).He has also produced a number of high profile concerts with some Broadway icons, including Sierra Boggess, Kelli O'Hara and Caissie Levy, and has had a long association with Bat Out Of Hell, working as Associate General Manager across the musical's journey to the West End and beyond. Jack became the West End's youngest producer at the age of 20, when he co-produced the Olivier award-winning revival of Show Boat at the New London Theatre.The Talented Mr Ripley tours until 22nd November 2025 including a London run in Richmond 10th – 15th November, with 2026 dates to be announced. Ride The Cyclone runs at the Southwark Playhouse 14th November – 10th January 2026.This podcast is hosted by Andrew Tomlins. @AndrewTomlins32 Thanks for listening!Email: andrew@westendframe.co.ukVisit westendframe.co.uk for more info about our podcasts. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Broadway Drumming 101 Podcast — Episode: Larry LelliLarry Lelli has done just about everything a Broadway drummer can do. From marching snare in Wisconsin to playing The Producers on Broadway, his story is about hard work, timing, and versatility. In this conversation, Larry talks about his early days growing up in the Midwest, his years in drum corps, the Nashville country scene, and how he built a lasting career in New York City's theater world.Larry's been behind the drum kit for shows like The Producers, Jekyll and Hyde, Les Misérables, Wicked, and The Full Monty. He's also a respected educator and clinician whose experience bridges jazz, pop, and orchestral playing.This episode breaks down how he made the jump from the road to Broadway, what it takes to earn a chair, and why learning from others is one of the smartest moves a drummer can make.Key Moments and Topics Covered00:03 – Early Years in the MidwestLarry talks about growing up in Chicago, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. He shares how he started on trombone before switching to drums and getting his first kit — a red Slingerland jazz set from the 1960s.00:05 – Marching Band and Drum CorpsHe describes how marching band led him to drum corps, playing snare with the Blue Stars. Those years shaped his reading, discipline, and love of ensemble playing.00:09 – The High School Metal BandLarry formed a heavy-metal band called Fallen Angel, later Perfect Stranger, influenced by Motley Crüe, Poison, and Ozzy Osbourne. That mix of rock energy and groove became part of his foundation.00:10 – Discovering Studio LegendsHe recalls studying the session greats — Steve Gadd, Jeff Porcaro, Hal Blaine, and JR Robinson — and how copying their records taught him to listen, absorb, and reproduce other players' feel. That skill later helped him sub successfully on Broadway.00:13 – Choosing Music Over a “Backup Plan”Despite warnings from family about the risks of a music career, Larry stayed focused. A mentor told him, “If it's the thing you must do, then you have to do it.” That advice stuck.00:16 – University of Wisconsin–Eau ClaireHe studied jazz performance, percussion, and conducting, earning a Bachelor of Music degree. He credits conductor Robert Baca and professor Ron Keiser for turning Eau Claire into a respected jazz program.00:19 – Nashville YearsLarry moved to Nashville in the early 90s and toured with the country-comedy duo Pinkerton Bowden and later with country balladeer Doug Stone. He shares what life on the road was really like and why he eventually grew tired of touring.00:24 – The Call of New YorkAfter meeting jazz players on a cruise, he decided to explore Broadway. They told him his versatility would fit New York's theater scene. His first exposure to a pit was watching Ray Marchica play Damn Yankees — a life-changing moment.00:28 – Starting Over in NYCHe saved $10,000, moved to the city, and started sitting in on shows. Early on, he learned that “no one cares what you've done anywhere else — they only care what you've done in New York.” That lesson shaped how he built credibility.00:33 – Miss Saigon: The BreakthroughMichael Hinton gave Larry a shot at subbing the massive percussion book for Miss Saigon. The score had originally been written for three percussionists. Larry practiced daily for a month and nailed his first show — instantly building a reputation as someone who could handle the hardest gig in town.00:37 – From Subbing to a ChairLarry began subbing at Beauty and the Beast, Les Misérables, and other productions, eventually holding nine different sub books at once. His first full Broadway chair came with Jekyll and Hyde.00:42 – Landing The ProducersWhen Jekyll and Hyde closed, a referral led to an audition with legendary conductor Paul Gemignani for a new show. Although that production closed quickly, the connection opened doors. A few years later, Larry joined The Producers, which became a long-running hit.00:46 – Lessons on LongevityLarry emphasizes professionalism: showing up prepared, treating every sub date like an audition, and understanding that reliability and attitude matter as much as chops. Every gig, even the short-lived ones, builds your reputation.00:48 – Teaching and Passing It OnHe now teaches drummers how to approach theater work with discipline and respect for the craft — reading, listening, blending, and adapting.Key Takeaways* Learning by listening prepares you for the realities of Broadway.* Every show, even a short run, can lead to future work.* Versatility is a drummer's greatest asset — orchestral, rock, jazz, and pop all show up in modern theater books.* Reputation is everything. People hire musicians who make their lives easier.* Keep the joy. The best drummers never lose that excitement they had as kids hitting their first kit.Connect with Larry LelliWebsite: larrylelli.comInstagram: @larrylelliAbout Broadway Drumming 101Broadway Drumming 101 is the leading platform for drummers and musicians working in theater. Subscribe to our YouTube channel for full interviews and clips, or join the membership at BroadwayDrumming101.com for behind-the-scenes videos, real-world training, and exclusive articles.Learn more about our upcoming book Broadway Bound and Beyond: A Musician's Guide to Building a Theater Career at BroadwayBoundBook.com.Clayton Craddock is the drummer for the upcoming Broadway revival of Cats: The Jellicle Ball, opening at the Broadhurst Theatre on April 7th. He is also the founder of Broadway Drumming 101 and the author of the forthcoming book Broadway Bound and Beyond: A Musician's Guide to Building a Theater Career.His Broadway and Off-Broadway credits include tick, tick…BOOM!, Memphis, Lady Day at Emerson's Bar and Grill, Ain't Too Proud, and The Hippest Trip: The Soul Train Musical, along with extensive subbing on shows such as Rent, Motown, Evita, Avenue Q, and the Hadestown tour.Clayton has appeared on The View, Good Morning America, The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, The Today Show, and the TONY Awards, and has performed with artists ranging from Chuck Berry and Ben E. King to Kristin Chenoweth and Norm Lewis.www.claytoncraddock.com Get full access to Broadway Drumming 101 at broadwaydrumming101.substack.com/subscribe

We're talking about the musical about the French Revolution!!! Wait, no, we didn't already do that because Les Mis doesn't take place during the French Revolution! It's Frank Wildhorn's The Scarlet Pimpernel, the musical with almost as many versions as Chess. Based on a novel (and a play and a series of books and a series of movies and ...) by Baroness Orczy at the turn of the century, it had a number of openings, closing, rewrites, and attempts at Tony awards. Percy Blakeney marries the beautiful French woman Margaueritte only to find she's been instrumental in turning in nobility to the executioners. So, he takes on a disguise to help people escape France, chased by the relentless Chauvelin. Find out what happens in the episode!To find out more about Christine, please check out mynameispurpose on most if not all social media apps.For more Footnoting History, go to https://www.footnotinghistory.com/ or find them on any podcatcher!Remember to leave a five star review and note that we have an email!!! Send us your questions and loving feedback!https://www.facebook.com/TY5Podcastthanku5pod@gmail.com

To be or not to be - that is the question... Or is it "Do You Hear The People Sing?" As Les Misérables celebrates 40 years in the West End, Sarah and Alex reflect on the runaway success of the iconic musical that has enchanted audiences for decades. What does it say about the critics that they got it so wrong? Meanwhile, the National Theatre has opened a new production of Hamlet - laden with Easter eggs and references - and a standout performance that wowed Sarah! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

President Donald Trump says Israel and Hamas have agreed to the first phase of his Gaza peace deal and that hostages could be released within days. Israel's Benjamin Netanyahu called the agreement "a great day for Israel". Hamas confirmed the deal, but said it's awaiting details of a prisoner exchange. People have flooded the streets in Gaza and Israel to celebrate the announcement. Also: the French President, Emmanuel Macron says he'll name a new premier before the weekend. Ukraine's military accuses Russia of trying to erase Ukrainian culture by looting historical artefacts. US police have arrested a man who they believe intentionally started the Palisades fire, which devastated part of Los Angeles in January. The Portuguese athlete Cristiano Ronaldo has become the first billionaire footballer. UNICEF warns that the number of children displaced by armed gang violence in Haiti has almost doubled in the last year. Meanwhile, the United Nations is said to be intending to cut a quarter of its peacekeepers globally because of budget shortfalls, largely due to reduced US funding. The European Parliament has voted to ban the naming of meat-related terms like “burger” and “sausage” for plant-based products. And four decades on, the global hit musical Les Misérables is celebrated in London. The Global News Podcast brings you the breaking news you need to hear, as it happens. Listen for the latest headlines and current affairs from around the world. Politics, economics, climate, business, technology, health – we cover it all with expert analysis and insight. Get the news that matters, delivered twice a day on weekdays and daily at weekends, plus special bonus episodes reacting to urgent breaking stories. Follow or subscribe now and never miss a moment. Get in touch: globalpodcast@bbc.co.uk

‘Lost Boys’ finds Broadway leads, ‘Les Mis’ Spectacular to play Radio City, Miss Piggy to make Broadway debut Since 2016, “Today on Broadway” has been the first and only daily podcast recapping the top theatre headlines every Monday through Friday. Any and all feedback is appreciated:Grace Aki: grace@broadwayradio.com | @ItsGraceAkiMatt Tamanini: matt@broadwayradio.com | @BroadwayRadio read more

Journalist Leland Vittert joins Meghan and Miranda to talk Israel, the post–October 7 climate, and why moral clarity still matters. He opens up about his book 'Born Lucky' - growing up autistic, bullying, tough-love parenting, and reflects on leaving Fox. They also talk about shutdown politics, and America's reaction after the Charlie Kirk assassination, including the Roblox lawsuit over extremist content. Then Meghan & Miranda break down Katie Porter's viral interview walk-off, press accountability vs. thin skin, and what it signals about leadership temperament. Finally, Clay Aiken goes behind the curtain on Broadway economics: why so many new shows aren't recouping, when stunt-casting helps (and when it tanks a production), the Kennedy Center Honors lineup, and that viral Les Mis clip. Plus: Clay's 17-year-old son completes his first solo flight.

Todd Nauck -  Here's something you didn't know about Todd Nauck; he's got a secret identity. True! No, I'm not gonna tell you what it is, then it wouldn't be a secret! But I will tell you this; it involves a costume. No, not a superhero costume! It's a costume from a play. No, I'm not gonna tell you what play, that would give it away! Okay, it's from ‘Les Mis.”   Join our Patreon gang.    https://www.patreon.com/randomactsofcomicspodcast

UNEQUAL SEQUEL - S09 E01 - LUKE KEMPNER~ Joining Dave and Rich on this episode to discuss his best ever sequel, worst ever sequel and dream sequel is the brilliant Luke Kempner – comedian, impressionist, and West End star. You'll know him from his viral impressions, his scene-stealing work on Spitting Image, and his role in Les Misérables in the West End (yes, he really can do it all). Luke brings his signature energy, quick wit, and a whole host of familiar voices to the pod as he dives into the sequels that have stayed with him – for better or worse. From stone-cold classics to total disasters, and a dream sequel that deserves its moment on the big screen, Luke's choices are bold, surprising, and always entertaining. Expect film chat, laughs, and maybe a musical flourish or two along the way. As always – it's delightfully Unequal. Let's get into it with Luke Kempner. If you like what you hear and want even more of us talking to Luke then check out our subscriber service at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.anotherslice.com/unequalsequel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ it's only £2.99 a month for loads more bonus content. We'd love it if you could share our little pod with your friends and family. All you need to do is send them a link like one of these...  Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/5BRZK1OAklN8AAF0zpAO9L  Apple Podcasts - https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/unequal-sequel/id1569119013  If you want to get in touch with the show here's how:  EMAIL: unequalsequel@hotmail.com  TWITTER: @UnequalSequel  INSTAGRAM: @unequalsequel  THREADS: @unequalsequel  TIKTOK: @unequalsequel  We hope you enjoy the pod and don't forget please give us a rate and review (5 stars would be great!) and if you want to hear what other great guests are coming up on the pod then click the subscribe button to always know when the next episode drops. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

See it. Say it. Sortet. The british way. Über Erinnerungen, rote Telefonzellen, schwarze Taxen, das London Underground Logo, Wembley Stadium und Oasis. Nicht nur eine Band, nein ein Gefühl. Die englische Höflichkeit und warum Erlebnisse sich in unserer Teenagerzeit stärker manifestieren. Erinnerungen als Fluchtort vor der legoisierten getiktokten Gegenwart. Micky Beisenherz Gin Tonic exend, dabei zuzusehen, wie er den nächsten TikTok Hype kreiert und Oliver Polak, der seinen Hund beim Spaziergang wie ein Oberleutnant kommandiert. Gemeinsam sind sie: „Les Misérables - Der Podcast“. flaconi: FIRE10 –10%, bis 15.10. https://www.flaconi.de/podcast-konditionen/ Ausgeschlossene Marken & Produkte: Amouage, CHANEL, Clive Christian, CREED, DR. BARBARA STURM, dyson, Emil Élise, ESSENTIAL PARFUMS, Initio, Gritti, HISTOIRES de PARFUMS, Initio, Laboratorio Olfattivo, LEN FRAGRANCE, Liquides Imaginaires, LORENZO VILLORESI, M.Micallef, Maison Crivelli, Maison Francis Kurkdjian, Maison Tahité, Moroccanoil, Ojar, Pana Dora, Parfums de Marly, Perroy, Roberto Ugolini, Sensai, Simone Andreoli, Une Nuit Nomade, V CANTO, WIDIAN, XERJOFFNicht mit anderen Aktionen kombinierbar.Executive Producer: Christoph Falke & Ruben Schulze-FröhlichProducer: Kai SteinmetzProjektleitung: Annabell RühlemannProduktionsassistenz: Naike PestkaSounddesign & Produktion: Carl von Gaisberg „Beisenherz und Polak – Friendly Fire“ ist ein Podcast aus den Wake Word Studios. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:24:25 - La Série fiction - Marius et Cosette se marient le 16 février 1833. Le lendemain, Jean Valjean avoue à Marius qu'il est un ancien forçat.

This week, we're chatting all things Les Mis! Come hear our thoughts on the latest tour to stop at the Orpheum! Plus listen for a promo code for our next show this weekend!

durée : 00:24:39 - La Série fiction - La barricade est tombée. Le révolutionnaire Enjolras et ses amis sont fusillés. Jean Valjean sauve Marius blessé en s'enfuyant par les égouts. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:43 - La Série fiction - Gavroche meurt sur les barricades alors que Marius vient de lui confier une lettre pour Cosette. Jean Valjean prête main-forte aux révolutionnaires. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:42 - La Série fiction - Au printemps de 1832, la colère emporte le peuple de Paris en une insurrection qui fait du centre de la capitale une citadelle inextricable. - réalisation : François Christophe

HAVE A LITTLE PRIEST!! Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Full Movie Reaction Watch Along   / thereelrejects   Visit https://huel.com/rejects to get 15% off your order Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ With spooky season coming, Tara, Aaron, & Andrew take a trip to Ye Olde England to give their Sweeney Todd Reaction, Recap, Commentary, Analysis, Breakdown, Ending Explained, Theories, & Spoiler Review! Tim Burton's gothic musical masterpiece Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) brings Stephen Sondheim's Broadway classic to the big screen with haunting style and unforgettable performances. The film stars Johnny Depp (Pirates of the Caribbean, Edward Scissorhands) as Benjamin Barker / Sweeney Todd, a vengeful barber who returns to London to exact revenge after years of wrongful imprisonment. Helena Bonham Carter (Harry Potter, Fight Club) co-stars as Mrs. Lovett, his scheming accomplice who turns victims into her infamous meat pies. Alan Rickman (Die Hard, Harry Potter) delivers chilling authority as Judge Turpin, with Timothy Spall (Harry Potter, Secrets & Lies) as the slimy Beadle Bamford, Sacha Baron Cohen (Borat, Les Misérables) as flamboyant rival barber Pirelli, and Jayne Wisener as Johanna, Todd's daughter. With Tim Burton's signature gothic visuals, Danny Elfman's atmospheric score, and Sondheim's legendary songs like “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd,” “A Little Priest,” and “Johanna”, the film has become a cult classic. Key moments such as Sweeney's first chair-side kill, the shocking reveal of Lucy's fate, and the grisly finale with Mrs. Lovett cement the film as one of Burton's darkest and most operatic achievements. Hosts Tara Erickson, Aaron Alexander, and Andrew Gordon dive into the film's chilling themes of vengeance, love, and tragedy while breaking down its iconic performances, songs, and unforgettable gothic imagery. Follow Aaron On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/therealaaronalexander/?hl=en Follow Andrew Gordon on Socials:  YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@MovieSource Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/agor711/?hl=en Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Agor711 Follow Tara Erickson: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TaraErickson Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/taraerickson/ Twitter:  https://twitter.com/thetaraerickson Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this powerful episode of Sisterhood of S.W.E.A.T., host Linda Mitchell welcomes Lea Salonga, Tony Award winner, Disney Legend, and iconic vocalist whose career spans Broadway and film. From Miss Saigon to Les Misérables, and from voicing Disney Princesses Jasmine and Mulan to her current Broadway and TV work (Old Friends, Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin, Yellow Rose), Lea's artistry has inspired generations. Now, she takes her fans on a musical journey with her Stage, Screen & Everything in Between tour — a celebration of her landmark roles, timeless songs, and evolving creative voice. Join us as Lea reflects on groundbreaking moments, the power of representation in theater, and what it means to sustain a legendary career across decades.

durée : 00:24:32 - La Série fiction - En 1832, le choléra menace Paris. Jean Valjean veut partir en Angleterre pour protéger Cosette. La jeune femme est désespérée à l'idée de quitter Marius. - réalisation : François Christophe

Melanie La Barrie is In The Frame! Melanie is currently playing Nurse in the UK premiere of Mary Page Marlowe, marking her return to The Old Vic where she previously performed in The Lorax. Melanie is also reuniting with artistic director Matthew Warchus who directed her as Mrs Phelps in the original cast of Matilda. Mary Page Marlowe is written by Tracy Letts, with cast also including Susan Sarandon and Andrea Riseborough. Melanie is also preparing to star as Death in the concert production of The Book Thief at the Prince of Wales Theatre in October. Some of Melanie's other theatre credits include Madame Morrible in Wicked (Apollo Victoria), Madame Thénardier in Les Misérables (Queen's Theatre) and Bow Belles in Dick Whittington (National Theatre). Melanie was the original Mrs Corry in Mary Poppins, the original Angélique in And Juliet (in the West End and on Broadway) and most recently she starred as Hermes in the original West End cast of Hadestown, picking up the WhatsOnStage Award for Best Supporting Performer in a Musical. Recorded backstage at The Old Vic, in this episode Melanie discusses what makes Mary Page Marlowe a dreamy job and why she's delighted to be reuniting with two of her Matilda cast mates, Lauren Ward and Eleanor Worthington-Cox. Melanie also discusses her approach to this industry, her reflections on special times Hadestown, And Juliet and Matilda… and lots more.Mary Page Marlowe runs at The Old Vic until 1st November 2025. Visit www.oldvictheatre.com for info and tickets. This podcast is hosted by Andrew Tomlins @AndrewTomlins32 Thanks for listening! Email: andrew@westendframe.co.uk Visit westendframe.co.uk for more info about our podcasts. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:24:51 - La Série fiction - Marius peut enfin lui dévoiler son amour à Cosette. Les deux jeunes gens se retrouvent en cachette de Jean valjean. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:37 - La Série fiction - Marius a retrouvé la jeune fille inconnue du Luxembourg par hasard et décide de ne plus la perdre de vue avant de savoir où elle demeure. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:52 - La Série fiction - A la mort de son père, Marius découvre ce que son grand-père lui a toujours caché et se rapproche des étudiants révolutionnaires. - réalisation : François Christophe

In this special episode, we step behind into the cinematic world of the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich-the UK's most filmed heritage site and backdrop to iconic productions like Bridgerton, The Crown, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Les Misérables to talk about their fantastic films tour; Wigs, Weddings, Powder and Palaces!Joining us is Jonathan Coote, actor, writer, director, and the creative force behind the new film-themed tour marking 100 Years of Filmmaking at the College. With his deep knowledge of the site, Jonathan shares fascinating stories and insider insights into why this location, and the fashion we see on screen, continues to dazzle directors and audiences alike!Plus, Jonathan reflects on the evolution of filming at the College over the past century and offers a sneak peek at upcoming centenary events.Whether you're a film fanatic, history buff, or just love a good behind-the-scenes tale, this episode is a front-row ticket to the glamour, gossip, and grandeur of one of Britain's most beloved film locations.Find out more at the Old Royal Naval College Website

durée : 00:24:33 - La Série fiction - Jean Valjean et Cosette sont recueillis à Paris dans le couvent du Petit Picpus où l'enfant s'épanouit sous les yeux attendris du forçat devenu jardinier. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:50 - La Série fiction - Javert dénonce Jean Valjean et dévoile sa véritable identité à l'heure où un homme va être jugé à sa place. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:23:31 - La Série fiction - L'inspecteur Javert arrête Fantine qui se livre à la prostitution après avoir été renvoyée de la fabrique sans que Monsieur Madeleine ne le sache. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:52 - La Série fiction - A la mort de son père, Marius découvre ce que son grand-père lui a toujours caché et se rapproche des étudiants révolutionnaires. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:43 - La Série fiction - Gavroche meurt sur les barricades alors que Marius vient de lui confier une lettre pour Cosette. Jean Valjean prête main-forte aux révolutionnaires. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:42 - La Série fiction - Au printemps de 1832, la colère emporte le peuple de Paris en une insurrection qui fait du centre de la capitale une citadelle inextricable. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:32 - La Série fiction - En 1832, le choléra menace Paris. Jean Valjean veut partir en Angleterre pour protéger Cosette. La jeune femme est désespérée à l'idée de quitter Marius. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:51 - La Série fiction - Marius peut enfin lui dévoiler son amour à Cosette. Les deux jeunes gens se retrouvent en cachette de Jean valjean. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:37 - La Série fiction - Marius a retrouvé la jeune fille inconnue du Luxembourg par hasard et décide de ne plus la perdre de vue avant de savoir où elle demeure. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:19 - La Série fiction - Jean Valjean, condamné pour le vol d'un pain est libéré après 20 ans de Bagne, en 1815. Il arrive dans la ville de Dignes.

durée : 00:24:33 - La Série fiction - Jean Valjean et Cosette sont recueillis à Paris dans le couvent du Petit Picpus où l'enfant s'épanouit sous les yeux attendris du forçat devenu jardinier. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:50 - La Série fiction - Javert dénonce Jean Valjean et dévoile sa véritable identité à l'heure où un homme va être jugé à sa place. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:23:31 - La Série fiction - L'inspecteur Javert arrête Fantine qui se livre à la prostitution après avoir été renvoyée de la fabrique sans que Monsieur Madeleine ne le sache. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:29 - La Série fiction - Pour payer la pension de Cosette aux Thénardier, Fantine trouve du travail dans la fabrique de Monsieur Madeleine alias Jean Valjean. devenu maire de la ville.

durée : 00:24:59 - La Série fiction - Sur la route Jean Valjean a détroussé un petit ramoneur, il repense à la phrase de l'évêque et s'en va honteux, désespéré.

durée : 00:24:39 - La Série fiction - La barricade est tombée. Le révolutionnaire Enjolras et ses amis sont fusillés. Jean Valjean sauve Marius blessé en s'enfuyant par les égouts. - réalisation : François Christophe

durée : 00:24:25 - La Série fiction - Marius et Cosette se marient le 16 février 1833. Le lendemain, Jean Valjean avoue à Marius qu'il est un ancien forçat.