After more hours than I want to count neatly folded into the capsules that comprise coach service on most major American air carriers, I stepped into Sydney, Australia with only a single thought in my mind: I needed a drink.
A washed-up, alcoholic superhero must pull himself out of depression and obscurity in order to defeat the villainous Christopher Lee in one of cinema’s first deconstructions of comic book superheroes. It also happens to be a musical.
Across the bay from downtown Sydney you will find the not-so-sleepy town of Manly.
Mountains cloaked in mist, prehistoric plants, and oddball wildlife.