{"id":13028,"date":"2013-03-05T10:02:17","date_gmt":"2013-03-05T10:02:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=13028"},"modified":"2013-05-31T16:55:24","modified_gmt":"2013-05-31T15:55:24","slug":"at-the-movies-les-miserables-or-jean-valjeans-baffling-sequence-of-life-choices","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2013\/03\/05\/at-the-movies-les-miserables-or-jean-valjeans-baffling-sequence-of-life-choices\/","title":{"rendered":"At The Movies: Les Miserables, or Jean Valjean’s Baffling Sequence Of Life Choices"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s only fair to tell you that there’s spoilers in here, but guys, the musical’s been out for literally decades! I mean, I hadn’t seen it and didn’t know the plot or anything, but I think I was the only person left on earth.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh, readers. I’ve done that thing again. I’ve gone and seen Les Miserables<\/strong> without having seen the musical or read the book and now I’m writing about it without the massive burning swollen bladder of fandom that everyone else seems to have about it, and as such, will probably sound a bit naive. I had literally<\/em> no idea what it was about. Well, apart from “France” and “revolution” and some presumably rather miserable people and – something that was used to successfully sell the whole thing to me – pretty young men draped attractively about the place in military uniform, covered in blood. Oh, and Hugh Jackman<\/strong> singing. He apparently does lots of musicals in Australia, and I was curious to know what that was like, since I know him primarily as the not-very-musical-ready Wolverine.<\/p>\n

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Maybe I should just hand in my human card at the desk.<\/p><\/div>\n

Did I like it? Well… yes. I think? Sort of. There was a lot that I found either directly unappealing or straight-up baffling, but overall, there was sufficient stuff in there to make me want to see it onstage. And, well, I’m a sucker for musicals.<\/p>\n

The main thing about this film is that it suffers from being a film. There are things that you can only do in the magical reality of the stage, and this particular production (directed by Tom Hooper<\/strong>) tries on the whole gritty reality thing (except with people singing all the time) and therefore can’t get away with similar tricks and tactics. This is most glaringly obvious in how they depict (or not) the passage of time. There were some bits that were completely confusing because I just couldn’t tell whether or not time was meant to have passed or not. For example, on stage, as my stage-show-fan friend tells me, Fantine (Anne Hathaway<\/strong>) can waft in and out of the set to show many days passing between her selling her hair and her teeth before eventually being forced by circumstance into becoming a sex worker. In the film, it looked like she’d lost her job, and then immediately sold everything in her face and became a sex worker.<\/p>\n

I was like, wow that’s a terrible afternoon.<\/p>\n

It happened again after Cosette’s (Amanda Seyfried<\/strong>) wedding. “I can never tell my adopted daughter that I’m an ex-con!,” Valjean howls, sheathing his Adamantium talons and fleeing for the hills, where he staggers into a convent and casually dies in the corner. I assumed he’d had an ill-publicised heart attack in the carriage on the way over.<\/p>\n

The next problem I had with Les Mis<\/strong> was the way Valjean was so<\/em> suffused with his role as apparently French Ex-Con Jesus that for me he ended up being completely impossible to identify with. I found his motives and decisions inexplicable to the point of being hilarious. I wanted to have the film retitled “Jean Valjean’s Baffling Sequence Of Life Choices” because in this rendition at least, he comes off as too<\/em> saintly, too self-righteous and too… incongruously self-sacrificial for me to see him as a real person and empathise with him. Ever.<\/p>\n

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“Also I have to dive out of this window now lol bye” “YOU BAFFLING SCOUNDREL”<\/p><\/div>\n

And what on earth was going on with the cinematography when anyone was having a solo? With a stage show, if someone has a solo, you’ve got them as a figure in context with the set, the extras, all embalmed in live music. So you can empathise with them properly because there’s this whole holistic musical experience going on. Not so with the film, where the director has decided that the best way to make you empathise with the solo singer is to have a VERY TIGHT CLOSE-UP of the singer’s face, slightly off-centre, while they cry and sing at the same time. This is not how you make your audience empathise with anyone or anything. I found myself wondering how they’d done Anne Hathaway’s makeup while the rest of the cinema sobbed around me.<\/p>\n

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Has now sported this look in about 32,412 films, but is working it<\/p><\/div>\n

Right, time to talk about Javert. As my more long-term readers will know, I’m a villainsexual<\/a> creep, and my darling friend who kindly dragged me from my Doom Fortress to see this flick accurately predicted that I’d have the hots for Javert. She was not wrong. I have never before fancied Russell Crowe<\/strong> in anything ever (in fact, quite the opposite) but I honestly found Javert the only character that I empathised with and found engaging and explicable. Plus, he’s got an attractive array of uniforms and shiny boots. In fact, that was a great way to tell – in the absence of any bloody thing else – the passage of time. It had to be later on: Javert had MOAR BRAID. I’m okay with that. Time-keeping through the medium of men in uniform? I’m deleting my phone’s clock app this afternoon.<\/p>\n

I actually quite enjoyed the fatalistic pointlessness of barricade-building rich white boys1<\/a><\/sup> harping on about no longer being slaves and changing the world and then being run over with cannons. That was grand. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see a structures-of-oppression-ruining bloody revolution, but this is a film, and I’m a bloodthirsty little boy with the need for something hard and horrible to counteract Valjean’s large-overcoated saintliness, so I was overwhelmed with the beauty of their cataclysmic failure. So beautiful. So horrible. So… uh.<\/p>\n

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Deserves better than Marius, period. In fact, deserves own, better-orchestrated revolution not being led by Marius & co.<\/p><\/div>\n

Now, Eponine (Samantha Barks<\/strong>). Eponine is meant to be an empathic, sadface-inducing character, and she’s sweet and earnest and I rather liked her. But Marius, the guy she’s in love with, is so boring<\/em>. I just wanted her to get over it <\/em>and find someone interesting<\/em> who doesn’t apparently fall madly in love with people when he glimpses their hats from a distance through a crowd.<\/p>\n

It’s always nice to see Helena Bonham-Carter<\/strong> reprising her timeless role of “Cackling Woman With Hair” (I don’t think they even give her a costume, do they? That’s all just her wardrobe), too. And I sincerely hope that after playing Signor Pirelli in Sweeney Todd<\/strong>, Sasha Baron-Cohen<\/strong> is typecast as Musical Skeevy Comic Relief for the rest of his life and never plays another vaguely-veiled bigoted stereotype ever again.<\/p>\n

Overall, it really wasn’t as miserable as I was expecting. Valjean lives a long and successful life, Cosette and the boring Marius (the gorgeous Eddie Redmayne<\/strong>) get married, Fantine’s wishes are vindicated, all that stuff, and everyone dies happily ever after with a rousing song about sticking it to the man. All this talk about how much sobbing it elicits from people generally makes me wonder if someone’s snuck into my room at night and glued my tearducts shut. It struck me as generally rather uplifting and “Oh well! Songs and Christian Love!” rather than “DESPAIR AND CHIPS FOR EVERYONE”.<\/p>\n

To summarise! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS FILM BECAUSE:<\/strong><\/p>\n