And we do not talk shit about Papa Hugo at this blog.Īt which point, I must admit to a few biases. Did I miss the memo where Victor Hugo's mammoth 1862 novel suddenly wasn't a unanimously praised masterpiece anymore? Because this film of the musical, whatever its flaws, is both a considerably better adaptation of the book than the stage version, and frankly, a better adaptation than any previous English-language movie version (it is the fourth, not counting a '70s TV adaptation), so if you want to start talking shit about the heaving melodrama in the story as presented here, you have to talk shit about Papa Hugo. without countering them, I'd like to say, but it's really more like I'm just going to be a pissy bitch.īasically, I have it on good authority that the film is an embarrassment because it is sung-through, and that's kitschy because it is extraordinarily overt about the things it wants you to feel, and that's tacky because it has too many close-ups and too much hand-held camera, and that's- that's a fair criticism, actually, but we'll get there soon enough because it is a contrived, over-the-top melodrama, and that's bullshit. It's a bad habit to review the reviewers, but I can't let a few of the things that have cropped up in almost all of the bad and most of the mixed reviews of the long-gestating film adaptation of 1980s mega-musical > Les Misérablesi by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schönberg go by without.

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