It’s 1962. JFK is fighting the Cuban Missile Crisis. America’s archetype of beauty, Marilyn Monroe, is found dead. Racial integration is on the minds of students and parents everywhere, and changes to stale cultural standards are fast-approaching. It is in this political climate that even a simple act of trying out for a quirky, homespun dance show becomes a major political statement. Or so it goes, if you are pleasantly plump Baltimore teenager, Tracy Turnblad in... More >>>