Yeah. Maybe this isn’t so surprising if you’ve seen it before (if you haven’t, you should leave now: first to watch it, and second because I’m incapable of not ruining it for you).
Les Mis (what? I’m lazy) is a film of two parts really. I’m not going to go into the plot because I’m crap at plots, so I’m doing impressions. The second half was my favourite part. Now I love Anne Hathaway as much as the next person, and Fantine’s story was incredibly hard-hitting, and it was a beautiful setup for the rest of the film, but until I have time to rewatch it and absorb it fully, that’s all it’s going to be. This is mainly because it took me approximately forever to get used to the style of the film-my media intake does not normally involve so much singing-but once I’d got used to it, there was something beautiful about it. It amazes me that so much emotion can be shown through song (it also makes me think about Shakespeare because I’m predictable like that-mainly the way that it’s so hard to read at first, because the verse seems so inaccessible (that’s why you should watch plays before reading then 90% of the time) but then you stop listening to the words and start living in the world of the film/play and it all makes sense).
So. The second half. Grown up Cosette and Éponine, Marius, Enjolras, Gavroche (note: 80% of these names now make me cry). The revolution. Marius announcing that he’s in love, and being given hell about it (I had a brief Benedick moment here, and if I’m honest this is the moment I fell in love) and then the subject suddenly switching back to revolution. Flags hanging out of windows, Éponine in the rain. Do You Hear the People Sing, and knowing it can’t do anything but go horrifically wrong, but they’re all so young, and brave, and in that moment you almost think they could be invincible, and it’s not fair. Jean Valjean letting Javert free. Guns firing. Gavroche, and blood on the cobbles, and children of the barricade who didn’t last the night. Empty chairs and empty tables and suddenly I’m crying again. And when it’s over, and Do You Hear the People Sing is reprised and they’re all gone.
I enjoyed it. Of course I enjoyed it. Les Mis is one of those things that you either love or hate, and damn if I didn’t love it. It’s tragic, and heartbreaking, and I cried my eyes out, but it’s also funny, and kind of a little bit adorable (also it has Eddie Redmayne and George Blagden, so there’s that).
I don’t know… I just have a lot of emotions right now…