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At the End of the Day
After a mere two months of putting it off (and not being anywhere near a movie theatre a lot of the time) I finally went and saw Les Miserables today, since it's on the way out of theatres and I wasn't going to get another chance.
My reluctance to see it was due to my devotion to the stage musical version, which was immensely important to me as a teenager. I still know every line by heart. And, well, I didn't want to be one of Those Fans, but I was terribly worried that I was going to hate it. Especially since Javert is my favourite.
The good news is: I did not hate it! I have a lot of feelings about what worked and what didn't, but I somehow managed to survive Russell Crowe singing without flinging myself into a swollen river. (I may have achieved this by playing the 10th Anniversary Concert version of Stars four times on my train trip home. Er.)
... and now I am going to cut. Below lies a rambling series of thoughts about staging, casting and Valjean/Javert bondage porn. Because that is how you can tell this is my journal.
If you think Les Mis is boring or the concept of Valjean/Javert bondage porn gives you the vapours, I would suggest looking away now.
( Although the part about the casting and staging comes before the part about the bondage, mostly. Also, spoilers, if I am not the last person on the planet to see this. )
My reluctance to see it was due to my devotion to the stage musical version, which was immensely important to me as a teenager. I still know every line by heart. And, well, I didn't want to be one of Those Fans, but I was terribly worried that I was going to hate it. Especially since Javert is my favourite.
The good news is: I did not hate it! I have a lot of feelings about what worked and what didn't, but I somehow managed to survive Russell Crowe singing without flinging myself into a swollen river. (I may have achieved this by playing the 10th Anniversary Concert version of Stars four times on my train trip home. Er.)
... and now I am going to cut. Below lies a rambling series of thoughts about staging, casting and Valjean/Javert bondage porn. Because that is how you can tell this is my journal.
If you think Les Mis is boring or the concept of Valjean/Javert bondage porn gives you the vapours, I would suggest looking away now.
( Although the part about the casting and staging comes before the part about the bondage, mostly. Also, spoilers, if I am not the last person on the planet to see this. )