I get obsessed. I get a favorite movie and I watch it over and over and over again. I just can't get enough. I'm like an addict.
The first movies I remember getting addicted to were The Ten Commandments (with Charlton Heston) and Gone with the Wind. I was five. Yes, five. And I wondered why I couldn't relate to the other kindergarteners. What can I say? I'm an only child. Don't get me wrong I still watched Today's Special and Mr. Rogers, but I loved me some AMC.
My movie obsessions changed through the years. There was my Legends of the Fall phase (when I first fell in love with Brad Pitt), my Titanic phase (saw that 9 times in the theatre my sophomore year of high school), and my anything British and/or a period piece phase, which still hasn't ended. I'm guessing that means it isn't a phase...
And now: Les Miserables.
Oh Les Mis. I love you. I've loved you since I saw first saw you on Broadway as a little girl. I loved you the two times I went back to see you on Broadway after that. I know every word to your original Broadway cast recording CD. I secretly wish I could read you in the original French because I am just that much of a geek. I've watched your PBS anniversary special countless times. And now you're on the big screen. I just knew I had to see you on opening night. You break my heart over and over and over again. Then you trample on the pieces. And I love it. Every single second of it.
Hugh Jackman, you are a great Valjean. Are you the perfect tenor that Colm Wilkinson was? No. Did I care? Not really. Maybe during "Bring Him Home," but I got over it real quick. Russell Crowe, not bad buddy. You might have been the weakest voice in the cast, but it worked and I didn't hate your Javert. I felt bad for him. Well done. Anne Hathaway was flawless. FLAW. LESS. Who knew Amanda Seyfried could hit those notes? I have no idea where Samantha Barks has been hiding. And Eddie Redmayne - I'm in love with you now. And guess what - you're British. But, then again, of course you are. I could go on and on about how much I loved this movie. How the casting was perfection, the cinematography beautifully done - but, alas, I am no film critic - so I'll spare you all the details. Just know that it was everything I hoped it would be.
When I saw it Christmas Day you could have heard a pin drop in the theatre. The audience broke out into thunderous applause at the end even though there were no curtain calls to clap for. I left the theatre captivated, emotionally exhausted, and contemplated watching it again immediately in the next theatre over. I pulled it together and went home, but it looks like I'm obsessed. Again.
How could I not be? What musical theatre loving, broadway actress wannabe, hopeless romantic wouldn't eat this up:
Love you like I love Les Mis,