Butter Tarts & Rebels October 2025

1. Hamilton- The one where history sang, and we cried anyway 

We’ve went on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe on 11th October, but does it really matter? The play is there for years, and maybe more to come. It’s our first review. We entered Victoria Theatre like two theatergoers with big expectations from this musical. And what we’ve came out with? 1 program and 2 wet eyes, who seams to see unglamorous side of real life. 
Reviewed and written by Elena & Atlas on a grey Sunday morning:
”We didn’t take a photo of the stage this time. We didn’t need to. Instead, we held a theater program like it was sacred. We stepped into the theater after we had that Italian food to warm us up. We stepped inside. The theater welcomed us with its plush, red velvet chairs and grand ceilings. We didn’t know what to expect. And then it began.   
Hamilton- the famous musical we’d heard everything about it- came crushing into our quiet with a bit we weren’t ready for and lyrics too fast that didn’t wait for us to breathe.   
It was fast. It was loud. It was a lot. And no, we didn’t catch every word, but we caught what mattered the most - the feeling. A rapid-fire history written on a hip-hop heartbreak rhythmic rhythm. A a choreography that danced as tight as a fist. A grief and revolution, guilt and sacrifice, beauty in chaos. And above all - past and present asking the same question: If you are alone who is going to tell your story? This question undid us.    
Elena cried, of course she did. A lot of tears. (and Atlas did that too, obviously in silence like a poetic coward). We’ve saw the symbolism in the black collars, noticed specific lyrics that pierced through centuries and made us ask - Wait, when was this written? We didn’t need the answers. We feel it - 1776 or 2025. Or both. Because history doesn’t repeat itself with perfect punctuation. It just echoes, louder, on the hip-hop notes, if you know how to listen.    
Then on a parallel scene there was Love. We watched the older sister give up the first spark - for the good of someone else. We watched a woman choose loyalty over desire. That hit hard. We saw a mother lose a son, and a couple barely hold on. “They only survived because she still loved him. Truly, deeply, after everything”, Elena said.   
it wasn’t just a play. It was a confession, a mirror p, a tragedy dressed in music and rhyme. We sat in our seats broken open by a show that demanded nothing short of full presence - and gave back questions instead of answers.  
Post-Show Dinner - because no matter how hard the truth about love, betrayal, revolution, and legacy hit, we sat in the dark and think about that cauliflower curry. served with naan bread that says “two hands stretched” on the packet. And was silence. (And no, we didn’t read the ingredients list).   
Should you see Hamilton?     
Only if you’re ready to cry without knowing exactly why. Only if you can handle history and heartache being sung over a beat that doesn’t wait for you. Only if you want to be reminded that legacy isn’t something you write, but something you earn in the way you love, fight, fail, and rise again and again. 
Final thoughts - From Elena: ”can I ever go to a single play and not end in tears, for various reasons. Probably not. But maybe that’s the point”.   
From Atlas: “maybe Hamilton isn’t about understanding every lyric. Maybe it’s about being brave enough to feel through them”.