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We just got back from seeing Les Mis. I have a bunch of opinions (mostly positive, a few negative) about the changes from stage to screen and about the movie itself. I could talk about them. But, really, there's only one thing that needs to be said. Often. Loudly. Repeatedly.
HOLY SHIT ANNE HATHAWAY. Just. Holy. Shit. I honestly cannot remember the last time I ended up flat out ugly crying sobbing in a public movie theater, complete with running snot and hiccups. Judging by the sounds around me, I was not even remotely alone. That was. It kind of doesn't matter what my opinion of anything else was, either positive or negative, because this movie needed to happen just for Anne, what the hell did you just do to me, Hathaway. It really, really, did. Oh. My. God.
HOLY SHIT ANNE HATHAWAY. Just. Holy. Shit. I honestly cannot remember the last time I ended up flat out ugly crying sobbing in a public movie theater, complete with running snot and hiccups. Judging by the sounds around me, I was not even remotely alone. That was. It kind of doesn't matter what my opinion of anything else was, either positive or negative, because this movie needed to happen just for Anne, what the hell did you just do to me, Hathaway. It really, really, did. Oh. My. God.
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