There were only 37 minutes to go. Surely we could make it to the end? But having spent the last two hours hoping vainly that things must get better, I gave in. “Let’s get out of here,” I said.
And so it was, on the film’s £8 million-grossing opening weekend, that I walked out of Les Misérables.
I’ve never done that to any film before. Directed by Tom Hooper (The King’s Speech), this is the musical that has already bagged a Golden Globe and been nominated for eight Oscars and nine Baftas. Everywhere you look there are five-star reviews, and reports of audiences crying so hard you can hardly believe this is Britain.
It is also a film that I’d been incredibly excited about ever since I saw the trailer with Anne Hathaway sob-singing I Dreamed a Dream. It was going to be epic. I would be swept up with the emotion. And, most of all, it was a melodrama with a grand, historical sweep, in which people would be doing – and doing it with incredible passion and grit – the thing I love most of all: singing.
That every line of dialogue in the film is “sung-through” – performed, rather than merely spoken – held no fear for me. And it started so well, with a seething sea and a swelling chorus of strong-armed convicts heaving a giant ship into shore.
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