I've had tickets for about two months to go see Les Miserables and tonight was finally the night. It was at the Pantages theater in Hollywood and was a culture activity that my sorority planned. I grew up listening to the music and have all the lyrics memorized in my mind forever from playing it so many times, so i was very excited to be finally seeing it. We got to the theater and it doesn't look like much from the outside, but the inside is absolutely gorgeous. Could definitely see the old Hollywood style in the decoration and the art deco influence. Our seats were as far back as you could possibly get; I was in the very last row, but I could still see the stage pretty well so i didn't mind. Wow, I don't even have words to describe it. The show was incredible. Everyone's voices were amazing and they hit every note...the guys even hit the really high ones which was impressive. The set designs were equally impressive as they had this rotating stage that the characters moved around on and they did a cool lighting trick when Javier commits suicide and falls into the river. Overall, seeing Les Mis reminded me how much I enjoyed musical theater as a kid and has inspired me to try to go to more plays this upcoming year. Chicago and Miss Saigon are both playing at the Pantages over the next year so I'm going to try to go. And since I'm so hopelessly emotional when it comes to stuff like this, as soon as Fantine died I started bawling and didn't stop crying until the end. The tissues came in handy.
I was watching tonight and I found that I have the most affinity with the character of Eponine. Yeah, pretty much everyone's life in that play sucks, but she has to live with unrequited love, which I feel is fairly shitty. He doesn't even notice her and he talks about his love for other girls to her. Then she dies unloved and the guy she loved goes off with Cosette who he's known for all of two seconds but somehow can't live without and pretty much forgets about her. Talk about not getting a break. My life is slightly less dramatic, haha, but I feel like I can associate with that a bit. She wasn’t the type to ever say anything so things didn’t work out for her in the end. And even if she had said something, it wouldn’t have made any difference.
Monday, December 06, 2004
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