To love is to see the face of God.

This review of Les Miserables is not about the story. Not about the musical. Not about the book. It is plainly just about the experience of the movie. I TRIED to see it with fresh eyes with no bias from reading the abridged version of the book or seeing a college play once about it or by the 1998 movie of the same title. Because one does not simply try to explain Les Mis.


I saw a Facebook status of a friend who also saw the advance screening last night, which made a mark on me and made me realize that all the words he said were exactly the same thoughts that I have for the movie: “The challenge in writing a review for it isn’t in deciding whether it’s worth watching or not – it’s in figuring out at least ten different ways to say that it’s an absolute masterpiece.”

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