Those of you who know me will be aware that I love the movies. I can't remember the last time I walked out of the cinema before the end of a film - actually yes, I can, it was the truly terrible Gigli starring Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck. The film is described as "The violent story of how a criminal lesbian, a tough-guy hit-man with a heart of gold, and a retarded man came to be best friends through a hostage." With a plot line so thrilling I'm amazed it wasn't nominated for an Oscar, but there you go. Anyway, the lovely C and I suffered approximately 30 minutes of Gigli and then snuck into the cinema next door to watch something better. Frankly, watching paint dry would have been better, but I digress, as the subject of this post is Les Miserables.
You may have gathered from the title that I didn't love it. To be fair, I didn't watch very much of it, but what I did see I absolutely hated. I'm not a great fan of musicals, but I loved Blood Brothers, Mamma Mia, Buddy and Jersey Boys, so I went to the film expecting to at least quite like it, especially since there was a strong likelihood of Hugh Jackman's bare torso making an appearance. Oh dear. Quite frankly, Hugh would have to have been totally naked, sitting in the seat beside me and whispering in my ear some of the saucy bits out of Fifty Shades of Grey by way of foreplay before I could have been persuaded to stay put. The lovely C and I exchanged a glance within the first 5 minutes and 15 minutes after that we were out of there. The problem is that, unlike the musicals I mentioned above, which have proper dialogue to move the story along accompanied by songs at appropriate moments, Les Mis was what they call sung through i.e. all the dialogue is sung also. Well, I say "sung", but what I actually experienced was a lot of tuneless, shouty stuff that was probably words, but it was so dreary that it was hard to tell. To add insult to injury Hugh didn't even get his top off once in the first twenty minutes - a poor show indeed. If I were to review it in Haiku form it would look something like this:
Miserable? Yes,
definitely. Victor would
not have liked it much.
You may have gathered from the title that I didn't love it. To be fair, I didn't watch very much of it, but what I did see I absolutely hated. I'm not a great fan of musicals, but I loved Blood Brothers, Mamma Mia, Buddy and Jersey Boys, so I went to the film expecting to at least quite like it, especially since there was a strong likelihood of Hugh Jackman's bare torso making an appearance. Oh dear. Quite frankly, Hugh would have to have been totally naked, sitting in the seat beside me and whispering in my ear some of the saucy bits out of Fifty Shades of Grey by way of foreplay before I could have been persuaded to stay put. The lovely C and I exchanged a glance within the first 5 minutes and 15 minutes after that we were out of there. The problem is that, unlike the musicals I mentioned above, which have proper dialogue to move the story along accompanied by songs at appropriate moments, Les Mis was what they call sung through i.e. all the dialogue is sung also. Well, I say "sung", but what I actually experienced was a lot of tuneless, shouty stuff that was probably words, but it was so dreary that it was hard to tell. To add insult to injury Hugh didn't even get his top off once in the first twenty minutes - a poor show indeed. If I were to review it in Haiku form it would look something like this:
Miserable? Yes,
definitely. Victor would
not have liked it much.
1 comment:
Hey there Bizzybell, glad your LesMis review confirmed our decision last night not to bother going. watched half of youyr recommended Italian Tilda film then C4 removed it from the player, hey ho. Take care, talk soon
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