Les Miserables, brother has read the original. junior high school.
Yes, it is the age who may not understand everything, but dare to chew on everything and have an appetite for everything. Jin Yong followed Zhouyi, and A Brief History of Time followed Les Miserables.
The result, of course, was a whole, thick volume, and what I still remember fresh is the grand description of a war scene that has nothing to do with the novel's story: "Three thousand heads with gray mustaches shouted in unison: 'Long live the Emperor!'"
As for Hugo, of course, I also ate through four of his most famous novels: Les Miserables, Notre Dame, 1993, The Laughing Man, and came to the conclusion that it was a love Authors who plagiarize historical materials, gossip, and euphemistically describe the magnificent background of the era, are actually cheating the author.
So instead of helping me review that heavy novel, this movie is about rediscovering and re-talking to the great French writer I don't understand. If it's as dull as the legends say, I'll admit it.
When I came out of the movie theater with tears on my face, sweat all over my body, and soft feet under my feet - I have never been so shocked by a movie, this is the best movie I have seen in at least five years, I Do not hesitate to praise it with any high-pitched chants and splendid rhetoric.
In fact, in the movie, I was crying all the time, when someone in the scarf asked: Where is the tear point? I was taken aback, okay, it feels like when a man wants to die on a woman, the woman asks if you came in.
There are five places in the movie that touched me the most.
Anne Hathaway's already famous online solo. Even though I can almost memorize the lyrics, when I really saw her sing it word by word, this explosive force and impact still amazes me. That is not the hysterical cry in Korean films, or the inexplicable tears in Chinese films. It is a kind of energy that bursts from within, and it is the magic power that only great actors have to manipulate people's hearts. That kind of despair, that kind of unwillingness, that kind of inner churning and jumping, in the choked breath, in the shouting and singing, directly poured into my heart like a torrent and wet my eyes. I'm a singer, and when I listen to songs, tears flow down my face. I used to think it was false, and I understood it instantly. Just one minute, one minute of singing can bring people how much moving, but, what makes me still doubt is that those Does Hathaway have one-tenth of the appeal of singers who rely on high-pitched voices to shock people or choose songs to make fun of or consume memories? I asked Du Niang, and sure enough, she came from a stage play.
Cosette's appearance brought me to tears for the second time. Originally, the story of Cinderella was a story that we have been tired of reading since we were young. The little match girl is ten times worse than Cosette. Is the trick like pretending to be pitiful still effective for us? I have to say that Cosette is a very symbolic character in the play. She is the embodiment of kindness and love. She is an angel in the world. all yearning for. But perhaps it is because of this simple setting, coupled with the singing of the crystal clear child's voice, that it has reached the ultimate beauty. The castle in the clouds, a mother, touch me, love me, such simple requests and fantasies, and the maternity beauty of Fantine when she was dying, superimposed, alas, I can't help it. . . The other child is of course also a big teardrop, Gavroche, compared to his sacrifice, when many people were desperate and depressed, he sang the battle song with his tender voice, and the part that made everyone ignite the fighting spirit made me even more. Moving. Did he bring any hope of victory? Actually not, but in that clarity and optimism, there is something beautiful, and that's why everyone took up guns to fight in the first place. In fact, the child only sang one sentence, and I started to wipe my face. This is the pinnacle of romanticism.
Then there is the scene of remembering a friend. I am reluctant to use the word "comrade-in-arms". As a Chinese, I am always vigilant and subconsciously rejecting all words such as "revolution". When Marius fell in love with Cosette on the eve of the revolution, and the "comrades in arms" told him that there was a more noble cause, and coerced him into the chorus of the battle song, I complained that love is the more noble cause. But in this scene, there is no revolutionary feeling that turns grief into strength, no class hatred full of anger, only pure friendship, pure grief: "Don't ask me what your sacrifices are for, empty table, empty chair , friends don't sing together anymore." That hits my spot. Hugo himself said in "1993": "Beyond the absolutely correct revolution, there is also an absolutely correct humanism." In his view, human nature is above all revolutionary and moral slogans. This idea runs through Les Misérables, as well as in many of his works. Look down is chanted repeatedly in the film, maybe this is indeed the roar of the people at the bottom, but I think it calls not only the people above the temple to care about the suffering of the people, but also calls for everyone to bow their heads and listen to their hearts. The voice—that is, the voice that is truly and forever worth listening to, and the voice that will never lie, and the voice that will definitely make this world a better place.
At the end of the film, there is a small reunion of joy and sorrow. In his dying days, Jean Valjean unloaded the burden of his life, and the time for harvest and rest has come. In the chapel, the young newcomers are seriously tired and haggard old people, and the old man has gone to another realm, what he saw is Fantine , is the priest, the two people who redeemed and accepted his soul, they took him to the kingdom of heaven; and what I saw was the grandfather who was also in the kingdom of heaven.
Even in the sacred music, the moment seemed sacred, and the memory was like a bolt of lightning shining into the depths of my memory. I clearly saw the scene when my grandfather and I were talking about Les Miserables. He sat on the swivel chair by the window and asked me what book I had read recently. He told me that the pair of candlesticks shone the most beautiful light of human nature, and I was I still think Hugo was a fraud; he told me at the time that the shock Langtenac gave him when he saved the child (93) brought him to tears; I still remember how he taught me to appreciate Beethoven's symphonies , surfing on the emotional ocean played by the orchestra; I still remember when I was talking about ancient poetry and commented that when I was young, I only admired the bold and ignorant of the inner power of really good words; I still remember when I was a child every time he gave me The gift must be a tape of classical music, or a book. He didn't teach me as much as one-tenth of what my parents did, just as if unintentionally handed the best and brightest thing in human beings to my hand, like a priest handing a candlestick to Jean Valjean , but I never realized it for so many years; when I understood this movie, I instantly understood why I could understand it here and now - at that moment, it seemed that the universe was roaring, the vast The music played from the body and the body at the same time, the music in the movie itself seemed small, and the tears finally burst down. Feelings - as the movie says, only through loving others can one see God.
Therefore, this kind of love must also be a kind of transmission. It was passed from the priest to Jean Valjean, from Hugo's writings, Jackman and Hathaway's performances to the hearts of the audience, from the meticulous teaching of countless elderly teachers, from The stories told by countless parents to their children, from the ancient poem my grandfather recited in front of the window, from the Renaissance, to the French Revolution, to this overly gorgeous era, will be passed on forever, constantly planting, Germinate, bear fruit, and plant again, and that is what shapes the best human beings.
This is the great thing about such a movie. It just tells a story that the whole world knows, but it uses the most beautiful human nature to awaken everyone's own thinking; hold everyone's hand and go to see the Jerusalem in their hearts. It is a realm that belongs to God, and is placed there by God's own hands through our relatives, our lovers, our teachers and friends, or even just a book or a movie, so soft and strong.
PS Finally, there is a little slot that must be spit. The ending of the film is something I am not satisfied with. Teacher Zhou commented doubtfully: Why did heaven turn into a great revolution in the end? This sentence quite hits my point of laughter. Perhaps, what the director wants to express is that the power of human nature will surely push the great revolution to success, or is it just to use the passion of "building a new Great Wall of France with our flesh and blood" Emotions are pushed to a climax; however, it is simply superfluous, and it is somewhat ideologically deliberate (in fact, many American films, including Yuntu, have this problem): Sometimes it is best to say that it is 80%, because The last 20%, often everyone has a different conclusion.
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