The stinky weather returneth. Hope you Southerners are ok in the heat. Although I argue that a humid 32 in Queensland is PRETTY hideous. OK maybe not 48 but still bad and worthy of whinging!
I've been looking through some of me posts from the olden days ie. 3 months ago, and it has come to my attention that my use of CAPITALISATION has become more and more OUT OF CONTROL as the months have worn on. Therefore I am staging a capitalisation INTERVENTION on myself and have committed to no more than, um, 10 WORDS IN CAPITALS!
SHIT! I just WASTED SOME! AND SOME MORE! It's worse than I first thought. I might have to go cold turkey. Something to think about for next time. Or do I mean, NEXT TIME!
Gah it's a hard habit to break.
Also, I forgot about Flog Your Blog Friday today. Sorry everyone :-(
Anyway, the point of this post is actually about how I went to see Les Mis the other night. As loyal readers and peeps who know and lurve me in real life know, I love the shizz out of this musical. I saw the stage show in Brissy when I was probs about 10 and cried my little eyes out. I saw it again in an amateur performance back on the coast. Old school friend LV I reckon it was the one where your sister was Eponine. I could be wrong though. We owned the CD and I recently bought it again on ITunes. See? I love it.
I've been dying to see the movie.
I went to see it with my beloved cousin B and our beloved friend J (you may remember J from such outings as Going to the Hyperdome to See Skyfall). B and J are both singing former drama student actory arts types. B was even in the orchestra for her local amateur production of Les Mis back in the day! And J sang in a youth choir and they did all the songs! So they have a history of musical appreciation.
So as you can all imagine, I was pretty horrified when I originally asked B if she was going to see the movie version and she answered, quietly, with shame, "Sarah, I actually don't think I like musicals any more...".
I was quite dumbstruck. What. The. Hell. When I recovered I said to her, quite rationally and not OTT at all...
"I. Do. Not. Even. Know. Who. You. ARE. ANY. MORE!! Get out of my HOUSE!"
And then flung myself sobbing onto my bed.
I lost no time in telling J who then told B, and I believe her words were, "WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP YOUNG LADY!".
I mean, really. Luckily she came to her senses and it was, in the end, her deft organisational skills that got us all out of our houses and rendez vous-ing, once again, at the Logan Hyperdome.
So we watched the movie.
I didn't even say this to them at the time properly but I think I have committed the cardinal sin of Expecting Too Much From A Movie And Then Being Disappointed.
I know, I'm a bit sad too.
Look I still loved it because it is Les Mis! But frankly I think bloody Russell bloody Crowe bloody shitting ruined it for me.
Rusty cannot sing. Although B and J both really loved loved loved it, we were all agreed on that point. Like he really can't. As J said, couldn't they have got a voice double? I think his performance meant I disengaged from the movie. I only cried a little bit. No cleansing floods of tears for me.
|Rusty is Javert [Source]|
Things I loved about the movie;
- It was Les Mis!
- The music!
- Anne Hathaway
- Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter (good Lord they have a lot of names between them). I love the Master of the House scene anyway and they are totally hilarious.
- The first, opening scene. Gosh.
Things I was disappointed by;
- Rusty as Javert.
- Oh, I just didn't feel as moved by it as I remembered from the olden days.
All I could think of when Russell was singing "Stars" was his band "30 Odd Foot of Grunts". This was not what I should have been focusing on.
|Russell in his natural habitat, with his fellow Grunters. [Source].|
Despite all this, don't think I wasn't wandering round the house the next day like George Costanza in that Seinfeld episode, humming and muttering "Master of the House, keeper of the zoo, yadda daada dada dada dum dum dum" like there was no tomorrow.
Sorry to bring you all down and stuff. NEVER MIND!
CRAP I'VE DONE IT AGAIN! Won't you just STOP IT with the CAPITALS YOU MANIAC!