As a young musical nerd whose obsession with Les Miserables started when I was around 13, you can only imagine my reaction to the trailer for the movie coming out very, very soon. Let me give you a hint: it involved the words “OH, MY and GOD” being squeal-whispered to no one in particular in the movie theater.
So in the spirit of middle school obsessions bringing out the best in us, I'd like to invite you to obsessively analyze the Les Mis trailer with me, and then we can talk about it on the phone in the kitchen while our moms make dinner. Or, I mean, in the comments, actually.
First, if you haven't watched it yet, find some tissues and then click play. don't make the mistake of doing it the other way around like I did.
Now let's obsess.
What's that? A chill in the air? A nippy wind? Must be what emaciated French women had to deal with ALL the time while they were hiding out in sewers during the revolution. NBD.
We might as well climb out of the gutter now because a group of children running toward the camera, followed by a shot of a hungry crying cold child is the exact moment you’ll start feeling choked up. It's pretty much a scientific formula.
And yet I can't help but think, "Nun-like factory habits are surprisingly flattering!"
Am I the only one who doesn't remember a giant boat in the Broadway production?
Moving on. Yes, Hugh Jackman, I am singing along and reminiscing about 13-year-old me standing on a chair dramatically belting this song out while my cousins patiently wait for their turns to also play Fantine. (I may or may not be wearing my Les Mis T-shirt.)
Is it wrong of me to forever think of Amanda Seyfried as the best Mean Girl? Because I mean it in the most loving way.
OMG puffy sleeves.
Probably the exact same face Anne Hathaway will have when she wins best actress for this part! Happy tears, you guys!
Finally Eponine! Can we see more of her please? Because if I had been the kind of 13 year old girl who had solos in the winter concert (I wasn't) the song I would have definitely sung would have been “On My Own” And yes, that pavement does shine like silver!
Let's not mince words here, we just heard "Life has killed the dream I dream." And then "Merry Christmas." We get the point Les Mis! You're going to be the most beautifully depressing movie ever! I love you already. I can't even deal.