Sometimes it feels everything in life could be very simple, but we have invented so many social devices to complicate life. Almost every country’s history is loaded with injustice and imbalance of treatment of a certain race, group of people. Though it circles around the French revolution, Hugo’s miserable souls are timeless and grenzenlos…

The imbalance exists in different forms today, but Victor Hugo’s stories of the suppressed can be a bit depressing. if I was in a funky mood, I would have cried, but the intense sadness of Les Misérables was elevating in parts.

The 2012 movie version isn’t all that great. Parts of the 157 minutes were stretched to boredom and some really sensitive scenes of literary importance were hurriedly rushed up.

My personal favourite were Samantha Barks’ Éponine, that brilliant young boy Gavroche in the second half and the young Cosette.

Hugh Jackman did carry the whole movie on his shoulders, not just Marius through the sewers. Anne Hathaway’s Fantine didn’t feel stirring enough. May be it was the hype that got to my head. Monsieur and Madame Thénardier’s dark comic relief worked. Wonder if I’ll ever be able to see Helena Bonham Carter as anyone else other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

I’ve checked out the text (of course the English translation) from the library thrice and returned it unread shamefully in the past. Finally an eBook helped. Somehow, we managed to drag ourselves to the theater on the last show this weekend before it goes out of theaters, and surprisingly, it was a full house. Hope will be able to catch it on stage someday.

It is just not easy to adapt this novel, and it will be much easier to criticize any attempt. Though it did seem a bit too long, Tom Hooper’s Les Misérables was a unique experience.

“Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!”

is still ringing in my head…