I've been known to day dream and place myself in the bodies of people like Sugar Ray Leonard vs. Thomas Hearns or Sir Edmund Hilary or Joe Montana. I'd be interviewed by Jay Leno or whatever like that, you know? Tomorrow I might be Chuck Yeager in a Mustang or maybe even Danika Patrick doing a 200 mph NASCAR. It's not gender specific and on that note, today I've decided I'm a critic of genuine and self appointed movie critics.
First of all, I must warn you that I am a big time sap. I have been known to choke up at commercials and after I saw the movie "Amazing Grace," when the song is sung at Mass my feet are in the shoes of the author and I crack up every time. It's worse if I've had a nip or two for I am not a mean drunk; I'm a cry-baby. So there. For your information.
I saw Les Miserables the day after Christmas and 45 minutes after the lights went up I was still hic-hic-ing. In my stupid mind, Anne Hathaway pulled off something akin what Meryl Streep did in Sophie's Choice. She's that good. It's giant and her new old man is toast because if they ever argue, all she has to do is tear up and his goose is cooked. Huge, beautiful mouth and sea-deep eyes. Yessir. Quick fried, he is. And Hugh Jackman is sooo not Wolverine. The physical commitment that these two put into this movie is insane.
Back to the critic deal, while Russell Crowe may not sound like Sinatra, or even Mick Jagger, he is Russell Crowe and very believable in every role he takes. I'm a fan even if he does throw telephones at people. I think he made a first class Javert. What puts a bur in my britches is the idea that since it's an opera, all of the roles should have been performed by singers who try to act as opposed to the opposite. One critic said "Les Miserables ruined Christmas." How ridiculous is that? I guess the story was actually invented on Broadway about 15 years ago and not by a guy named Victor Hugo about 150 years ago. It is a novel, clowns, and not an opera. This is a movie and last time I checked actors act in movies.
Les Miserables is a definite two or three times thing so what I'm saying is that we stupids who can't recognize movie brilliance should stand together, arm in arm, and scream loudly for Adam Lambert to shut his pretty, painted face.
Savage Glascock, Sr.