"Les Mis was great except for the part where the people were singing. So... at least 5-10 minutes in there. This film just reminded me what I don't like about musicals generally: thin story, weak character development, heavy reliance on suspension of disbelief, and melodramatic plot points.
Conveniently, at least two characters just decide to die when the story needs them to without giving any explanation as to why (Fantine and Valjean were were quite healthy in the scenes just previous to their death). And yet wading through sewers of human excrement with open wounds and no modern medicine doesn't seem to phase these characters. Javert has a pathological obsession with prosecuting some guy who stole a loaf of bread 30 years earlier and only did 20 years time for it... even as all sorts of heinous crimes are taking place around him, yet no insight is given into his character - does he have friends, family, goals, ambitions? And though Jean Valjean laments about what will happen to his factory when he turns himself in, the film never shows the factory again and no mention is ever made as to what happened to the seamstresses who work there. The female leads seem incapable of doing anything for themselves even as the male leads can reinvent and recast themselves many times throughout the film.
Worse, Cossette is given no character goal other than to be transferred from the care of her foster dad to a random guy she met two days earlier. Where's Nora Helmer and her Dollhouse when we need her? What a shoddy excuse for a film. But nobody seems to expect much in terms of plot because the weak story is drawn out into 157 minutes of singing about obvious emotional conflicts and plot points.
Clearly I don't appreciate musicals... particularly on film. "Django Unchained" was playing just across the hall and during many of the intolerable singing story slumps I imagined dancing out of the theater and into the next.
Conveniently, at least two characters just decide to die when the story needs them to without giving any explanation as to why (Fantine and Valjean were were quite healthy in the scenes just previous to their death). And yet wading through sewers of human excrement with open wounds and no modern medicine doesn't seem to phase these characters. Javert has a pathological obsession with prosecuting some guy who stole a loaf of bread 30 years earlier and only did 20 years time for it... even as all sorts of heinous crimes are taking place around him, yet no insight is given into his character - does he have friends, family, goals, ambitions? And though Jean Valjean laments about what will happen to his factory when he turns himself in, the film never shows the factory again and no mention is ever made as to what happened to the seamstresses who work there. The female leads seem incapable of doing anything for themselves even as the male leads can reinvent and recast themselves many times throughout the film.
Worse, Cossette is given no character goal other than to be transferred from the care of her foster dad to a random guy she met two days earlier. Where's Nora Helmer and her Dollhouse when we need her? What a shoddy excuse for a film. But nobody seems to expect much in terms of plot because the weak story is drawn out into 157 minutes of singing about obvious emotional conflicts and plot points.
Clearly I don't appreciate musicals... particularly on film. "Django Unchained" was playing just across the hall and during many of the intolerable singing story slumps I imagined dancing out of the theater and into the next.
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