If I have to choose what to read, I'll pick Russian Novlelists over French ones. The Russians are less romantic in the attempt to portray suffering. However, they share that same poverty-stricken-SOB-meets-prostitute-questions-his-principles-and-mortality concept. Or, at least, you courld say that in the case of Les Miserables. I really enjoyed this film. I like musicals as much as the next bitter cynic, but for some reason, cheery melodies about starvation in the streets of Paris just don't GRAB me. There was a gothic tone that overshadowed this film like an appraoching storm; I thought it was right on the money, frankly. Liam Neeson has that earnest and honest look to match his character. Uma Thurman was good as the pathetic, misunderstood/mistreated wench and Claire Danes was decent in her standard portrayal of a blossoming girl kept apart from the man she loves. The whole thing was excellently done. So until they produce modern remakes of Dostoevsky novels, I guess I'll have to stick with Hugo...by comparison, it's more cheerful.
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