My kids saw it over the Christmas break. (not together, of course. She’s 16, he’s 14 and they wouldn’t be caught dead!) Many of my friends have seen it. Co-workers saw it and rhapsodized. Anne Hathaway adds to her award collection daily because of it. But I still hadn’t seen it. It being Les Miserables – the long-awaited cinematic extravaganza everyone’s been talking, writing and dreaming about. So last night, Mike and i set out to the local theatre to finally check it out.
This movie had it all. Huge, sweeping vistas – check. Oppresser and oppressed – check. Grime-covered stars, star-crossed love, singing urchins – check, check and check. Frankly, there wasn’t a thing in this movie that wasn’t dead on. The music was gorgeous and, after all the years the musical has been around, familiar. The performances were wonderful – everything they needed to be and more. The story is eternal. Altogether, it culminates in what those fancy critics refer to a theatrical extravaganza, the likes of which we haven’t seen in a generation…or something like that. But not for me. There wasn’t anything wrong with it – I really wanted to love it. I was waiting to be transported, to be swept away by song and story. Nope.
Maybe it was the length; nearly 3 hours is a long time for fidgety me to sit still. (Although I happily swooned through all 8 epic-length Harry Potters) Maybe it was the surroundings – it’s flu season after all and based on the honking coming from the seats around me, I was seated in the tubercular section. For what ever reason, I couldn’t get lost in this one. I dunno, maybe it was trying too hard?
What about you? Did you see it? Did you love it?