| Friday 20 December 2002 1:59 pm Yes, I saw LotR: The Two Towers on Wednesday. My review is up, so just check it out there. I'll just say that it's not the book, but it's still good fun, and I'm going to see it again. And again. I went to see Les Miserables tonight (well, Thurs night). It's my fourth time to see it. I'm something of a fan, plus I've sung a couple of the songs for recitals past. The music was as moving as always, the kind that never fails to make me shiver or laugh or almost cry. I get lost in it, carried from note to note without a care as long as the next notes keep coming. While not all the actors actually looked like the characters they were supposed to play, their voices, for the most part, filled the void. I'd forgotten how much I love this play, and watching it again brought back the memories of both affection and a time when I still had a voice to be reckoned with and the desire to showcase it. This wasn't the best performance I've seen, though, and there were some little acting and script tweaks that irked me. The biggest was that Eponine kissed Marius right before she died in a "goodbye forever my only true love in the world and after" kind of way I felt that as almost blasphemous, making her character more pitiful in my eyes. I've always felt a strong affinity to Eponine, which I suppose many people do, but there've been circumstances and coincidences in my life linked directly to her role in the play, which I suppose many people say, also. But you know, I'm not concerned with those other people. Anyways. Her story line in particular brings a flood of memories, always welcome, though always bittersweet. To see her kiss Marius was like slapping the face of my memories. I know, strong and strange feelings, but so it goes. I don't really have the word to explain why. Perhaps the next time I see this play will be more true. There is one quote in the play that struck a chord with me: "To love another person is to see the face of God." I believe that this refers to any kind of love, not just romantic. I'm not entirely sure if I agree with it, though I find it to be a truly romantic statement. But perhaps it's been so long since I've loved someone that much that I should compare such things. I'll just ponder that one for the time being. Good night. |
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