I didn't think I was the person who could like musicals. For some reason I believed I didn't have the patience to sit through one. But Tom Hooper's new film, Les Miserables was almost a meditational experience. It is nothing short of a miraculous feat for cinema, possessing just the magical, surreal and existential allure that it ideally should. Heavily loaded with genuinely bursting emotions, Les Miserables glamorizes meloncholia in such an affecting manner, that the suffering begins to seem desirable. A participatory bond is quickly forged and the engrossing poetry, a clever and hauntingly articulate substitue for dialogue, conveys myriad emotions that brings one closer to oneself.
Which is always something to celebrate, even if it is closer to pain.
Ultimately, it is a spectacle of love and its absolute necessity, of unrequited feelings finding an alternative channel, about having faith, and letting go, about ideologies and passion, about making the right decisions and about deserving another chance in life. Based on the popular Victor Hugo novel which has also been a globally successful stage adaptation, Les Miz tells the story of a man (Jackman)who jumps parole and the policeman (Crowe) who keeps on the hunt for almost a decade. How adopting a petite young girl brings in enormous joy in his life, and also affects the latter course of his life forms the essential crux of the story that also has the French revolution in the backdrop.
The film is spectacular in every measure, starting from the way its subtly lit, and gorgeously photographed. Every frame overflows with infectious sentiments, while the extraordinary actors do a tremendous job of bringing alive the mos profound of emotions. A lovely cameo by Anne Hathaway ("I Dreamed a Dream") is pain-stakingly beautiful and heart-shaterringly meloncolic.
Part of the reason the film gets its rousing authenticity is also because unlike other musicals where the songs are pre-recorded, Les Mez makes use of live-singing. The effort pays off remarkably well. Although I could see a whole lot of people laughing (seriously couldn't figure why, how?), some chose to walk out. Its clearly not a populist form, and doesn't even have to be. But for the select few that it works, it does so wonderfully. "
Push your boundaries a bit more, and indulge in this poetic mediation that can be so intimately felt, it makes you feel unreasonably schmaltzy. And that, dear friends, is not always a bad feeling.view less