those candlesticks of compassion

les mis!

why didn't i get this as a lit text back in school!

the only way i could truly appreciate the wondrousness of an epic film- to sit upon it for several days after, watch enough director/actor interviews and behind the scenes, listen to the soundtrack and youtube the covers, read up about its historical references, dissect the scenes and analyse the clever use of metaphors and random other intricacies.

and then fall further in love.

i think what intrigues me about it, other than the music, history, war elements (i'm psychotically nuts about war films), cinematography, good looking cast, is the theme of how transcendental the nature of love is. that we could all be a 24601, dangerous to the cause of the devil, dangerous to the self-righteous pharisees of our generation in turning them back to understanding the true nature of God.

Who am i?

such a powerful song of struggle of the thoughts within a man labelled criminal by the clumsy judicial system, who chose God, received the blessings and fruits of walking the righteous path, yet backlashed by the chains of the past.

Can I conceal myself for evermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die
Be no more than an alibi
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How can I ever face myself again?
My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago
He gave me hope when hope was gone
He gave me strength to journey onnnnnnnnn.. 

at this point, it is the musical AND cinematic (because it is that epiphanic moment of God discovery) climax and you're hit by double awe and just wanna faint at how they've managed to hit home so fast. 

i can't began to describe the dimension of depth of emotion added to the a line when it is sung. some thing about singing in the same tune that unites the characters, even though years apart. love that strategic rendition of i dreamed a dream repeated throughout the whole film, lending to thematic juxtaposition which is just all too powerful.

and then more.
sweet eponine's unrequited love, yet choosing to give up all of herself up for the man she loved at the expense of her own life
the valor of the men who fought for the revolution
jean's love for her daughter which compelled him to save marius (dragging him through that absolutely freaky gross man hole)

feel like how ever i describe it isn't gonna bring up that well of emotions within me and the depth to which it connects, so i'm just gonna fade away.
but Broadway, i'll be back sooner than you could have imagined.