Les Misérables

♪Do you hear the people sing?

Singing the song of acting men.

It is the “music” of a casting

We will not let sing again.

When the howls of Crowe’s croon

Echo hounds baying at the moon

We will be miserab anew at Hathaway‘s death♫

♪At the end of the film you’re three hours older

And that’s all you can say for the life of this Frog

It’s a struggle, it’s a crime

Trying to make too many words rhyme

One more quip panning about, what is it for?

One more tick off the checklist

At the end of the film you think of the heartache

The seventeen times you were brought to your knees

Les Misérables?  You weren’t kidding

Is anybody in this film happy?

Did Victor Hugo have a Jones for suffering?

Les Miz won’t feel too long

Is pain better in song?

You’re even sad that it’s ending♫

♪On my own

Reflecting through the tearflow

All alone

This story is just torture

Without Anne

I might survive trough act III

But then Russell pins his medal to that

Oliver! wannabe

On the screen, Hugh Jackman is erratic

He is moving, but his singing doesn’t quite cut it

In the darkness, I question his age often

He served 19, waited a bunch, isn’t he at least 60?

And I know it’s only in my mind

I’m quibbling with details through the tears

And although this film is too unkind

Still I say, this kinda kicks ass

I love him?

No, every bar I’m learning

All this time

I’ve been  pre-suffocating

Without me

Russell will keep on “singing”

And inventing some sort of key

That I have never known

I loathe him

I loathe him

I loathe him

But only on my own♫

Rated PG-13, 157 Minutes
D: Tom Hooper
W: William Nicholson
Genre: Misery
Type of person most likely to enjoy this film: Company. Misery loves company.
Type of person least likely to enjoy this film: Sunshine rainbow flower people