what is it about les mis? four brilliant tunes, an epic plot rattled through at 200 novel-pages a minute, a series of injustices and pathetic deaths ending in those of the protagonists: the baddy jumping off a bridge, and the goody going off to heaven
the guy in the toilets afterwards told me it was his tenth visit, and made darn sure he told me; this is the kind of show that brings people back
it’s growing on me, as i move from an unfortunate highbrow sneer (that’s too nasty a word but you know what i mean) to a desire to wallow in it again – the tunes are so hummable and the story so vast – it’s a kind of cross between some great epic you need years to get into and the cheesiest tear-jerking pop song: if you can take the best of these, not the worst, you’ll end up telling strangers in the toilets how many times you’ve seen it
bucket list one item shorter
what a fun movie
but how seriously anti-cop too, and not just in the incompetent-plod way, but the big cops who fly in on helicopters are really evil
one nice ordinary guy in a vest (and the one decent ordinary cop outside) against both groups of bad guys – beautiful – this is A MYTH
How they are related
They appear at first glance to be myths of very different scales, but both in fact are similar in experienced-time – if not in plot-time. Both take a couple of hours give or take, but the fun at the plaza is of an evening, not a lifetime.
Both also are ‘icons’/memes/legends/things-some-people-have-seem-umpteen-times, and both star a valiant and honourable male hero, pitted against forces of evil represented by state officials. Both heroes end as saints. And at the moment I prefer Bruce.