It's been windy all night and still is today. Gray and cold, for us. Winter weather, for sure. Two days ago my husband, younger daughter and I saw "Les Miz", and enjoyed it, as we adore the songs and have such terrific memories of seeing it on stage. I don't think the movie entirely works. Too many closeups and the ending speeded up and truncated. The voices are fine, and I loved Russell Crowe giving more depth and complexity to Javert. Anne Hathaway's early song is powerful. Jackman is great, though I think a bigger actor physically would have been even better. I really like Eddie Reymane as Marius. The closeups are disconcerting, and I now know why I don't want to sit in the first row at the theater or opera. But my husband put the CD on after we got home, and I almost liked that better, because the stage voices are so strong and passionate. I like it just the way I remember it from the two times I saw it in the theater. I read the book as a child, then as a young adult, and I am such a fan of Victor Hugo. He's right up there with Dickens and Doestovevsky. One of my early and constant passions.
Today I'm going shopping for a suit with my older son. I'll lend moral support and get some time with him. He's always too busy studying and writing. So I'll grab him while I can.
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