Les Miserables (or, as those of us who didn't take high school French like to call it, "Lay Miz") is a heartwarming, family-friendly, laugh-a-minute comedy. If slapstick's not your thing, you may want to avoid this film. For me, I found it charming, and I admit to smiling whenever the ol' slide whistle was coupled with someone slipping on the festering grime of post-revolutionary France.
Oh, wait, did I say any of those things? I actually meant none of those things.
(Except the festering grime part, that's pretty accurate.)
(Note: I'll try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible. Any spoilers will be significantly marked. Read freely!)
To begin with, let's get three things established. These are the three things that absolutely everyone discussing this film must state, as there is apparently some sort of Internet law about it.
1. People sing in this movie. Like, all the time.
2. Anne Hathaway is in the film for perhaps 5 minutes of screen time, and absolutely steals the show.
3. Russell Crowe is...underwhelming.
The singing thing, to me, is a silly thing to bring up, because it's usually brought up as a criticism. I understand if musicals aren't your thing--they're not usually my thing--but it's like saying, "Star Wars is great, except for all those times they went into space." If that's what's holding you back from enjoying Star Wars, then I don't think your problem is with Star Wars, my friend. It's with the genre. Les Mis is a musical, so stating something like "I just couldn't take it seriously how people spontaneously started singing" doesn't really count as a cunning critique of the film.
That being said, it's music is handled different than most musicals. All of the singing in the film is "live"--that is, it was recorded as the actors were filmed, rather than being added in post-production. This gives the film a strange sense of realism, a feeling of, "People don't just break out in song, but if they did, it would probably sound kind of like this." This is coupled with a minimalist directorial style during the film's solo pieces; Anne Hathaway's rendition of "I Dreamed a Dream" consists basically of her face in front of a darkened background, and is absolutely breathtaking.
|And to think I once questioned the choice to shoe-horn a Susan Boyle song into an established musical.|
The exception to the directorial minimalism, though, is any scene with Russell Crowe singing. That's where you see the camera panning round and round, while CGI Paris spins in the distance. This is because Russell Crowe's singing ability...er...can't quite carry a scene.
To be fair, Russell Crowe is not a bad singer. Actually, wait, let me rephrase that: he's not a bad singer. He hits his notes. He conveys emotion with his songs. He sings and acts at the same time. I realize I sound kind of facetious here, but I'm actually quite serious: he does a good job. It's just...he's surrounded by people doing a great job. I've already said more than enough about Anne Hathaway's singing (in her one number, mind you), and Hugh Jackman is freaking Hugh Jackman.
|Imagine that, just after this gif ends, when he looks off into the middle distance, he sings, "What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done?"|
Do I recommend this movie? Absolutely. It's not everyone's cup of tea, and I've heard a lot of people who weren't fans. All that I know, though, is that my wife and I saw it over Christmas break and loved it. It's a great date-night movie, if you're not afraid to spice up your romantic evening with heartbreak after filth-covered heartbreak.