|Anyone can get a haircut, Anne.|
I love Les Miserables because of the message of redemption. It's a story of grace, and yes, revolution, which excites the warrior in me. With this remaking I discovered it was possible to form an immediate crush on every dirty French revolutionary that sings (mainly because they are all young and attractive and have nice teeth despite the reality that that probably wasn't so) and also want to adopt a six year old boy who would doubtlessly give my own sweet Esther a run for her money. I was pleasantly surprised by the performances and cried like a big fat baby through some of the scenes (effectively using my shirt to sop up the mess)(because I was too lazy to reach for the paper towel I brought from the bathroom for that very purpose). Hugh Jackman was every bit as good as he was said to be, and Russel Crowe was aight.
I came upon a clip. Thank you, Internets. I'm calling for an Oscar duel. An Oscar duet duel, if you will. Neil Patrick Harris and Jason Segel vs. Hugh Jackman and Russel Crowe. It's on.