Here’s why I shouldn’t be reviewing Les Misérables. Because I don’t like Les Misérables. There, I said it. Boom.
I don’t like the shameless melodrama, I don’t like the repetitive music, I don’t like the dopey second-half love story, I don’t like the absurdity of Javert’s obsession with Jean Valjean (at some point, Javert became a comic figure to me, a 19th-century Where’s Waldo).
I’m not talking about Victor Hugo’s novel, which I’m sure is miraculous. (The Cliff Notes were miraculous for me back in high school, if you know what I mean.) I’m talking about the musical, which is only a few steps better than an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. And don’t get me started on Andrew Lloyd Webber.
But maybe you’re different. Maybe you’ve seen the show, which held the record for the longest running play on Broadway, numerous times. Maybe you own the soundtrack, plus a Les Miserab-mug, have the Playbill framed in gold on your bedroom wall.
If so, I suspect you will love Tom Hooper’s Les Misérables. Because it’s the musical, writ large. It’s angstier! The love story is shmoopier! The French Revolution is revolutionary-er! (Ahem). The...