When I was 12 or 13 years old, my mom took me to New York City. We went for just a day—a quick trip in from New Jersey, where we were visiting my mom’s best friend, Susan, and her family. The four of us girls (my mom, Susan, her daughter Nina, and myself) left the boys to do whatever boys do in New York City, and we headed to Broadway.
I actually still remember what I wore that day. It was one of those ensembles with the thin cotton floral spaghetti-strap dress, worn with a white t-shirt underneath and a denim vest over the top. And those work-boot style shoes with white socks. It sounds horrid now, but I assure you that it was all the rage in 1994/95.
As I recall, I think we went to lunch first, where my mom and Susan may have attempted to tell Nina and me a bit about the story behind the show we were about to see… Les Misérables. As a middle schooler, I had never heard of it before. I didn’t know that it was the Broadway musical sensation that it was.
Soon enough, we arrived at the Imperial Theatre, and sat down in our seats. The lights dimmed, the music started booming and I was captivated. I became lost in the characters and their songs… their stories. I remember feeling deeply moved by several of the scenes (I’m defenseless against intense emotion combined with music), so much so that I had tears. I looked over at Nina and she was solid as a rock, so I did my best to hide the waterworks so as not to feel uncool.
When the production ended with the powerful “Do You Hear the People Sing?” and the final curtain call was over, all I wanted to do was see it again. Alas, that is not possible with Broadway. One of the many reasons live theater is so.freaking.amazing.
My mom ended up buying the album, and I was actually kind of disappointed in it. It was a recording of the London production, which just was NOT the same from what I had experienced in New York. The voices were (in my opinion) not as beautiful—I remember being particularly displeased with Eponine. :) But it was the closest I could get to reliving the Broadway experience, so I listened to it over and over and OVER again.
It has been years—many, many years—and I still have not seen another production of Les Mis. Yet I remember many of the words to the songs, as if it were only yesterday. I still love it all.
Imagine my glee, then, when my friend Megan posted this link on Facebook last week. I have already watched it probably a dozen times, and I still get chills at the end.
They’re singing live. There is Hugh Jackman. And Russell Crowe. And Anne Hathaway (which, by the way, who knew??). And some hot guy as Marius.
Is it just me, or does this look amazing? I mean, most musicals turned movies are tolerable, entertaining, sure—but not much to write home about. But this? I CANNOT WAIT. I’ve been walking around humming and singing Les Mis tunes for the last four days. It’s unlikely that I’ll get out to see it on Christmas Day, but you can bet that I’ll see it within the first week. Just another reason to look forward to Christmas!
Anyone else as excited for this film adaptation? Or fun Broadway and/or musical theatre memories to share?
AboutI'm Heather. I just turned 30. I'm happily married, and mommy to the most beautiful little girl in the world (what, you're saying I could be biased?). Determined DIYer and homeowner. Sarcastic. A perfectionist. A bleeding-heart liberal. Frugal. Loves a little dog way more than many humans. Loves food, hates exercise (it's an ongoing battle). A loyal football fan. I love to laugh. Value family and friends above all else. Vie to be a world traveler.