Takes your brea-HATHAWAY.

Now who has supersonic hearing to understand every word of every stanza of every song one, a duet, or a group sing as the film plays? Unless, obviously, if you're a devotee of the lot, a composer of/along such field, and maybe even by a stroke of unfathomable inspiration, you managed to buy the album and listen in quenching solace. What rings true and relevant to you simply, intuitively resonates.

Les Miserables, you have to take into account, is an 1862 novel. One hundred fifty (150) years old and still revered. Let that sink in first. Credit Victor Hugo. His works are the many very examples of timeless classics. We welcome them at its mintest condition because they are the rawest, purest, and highest human understanding at a time where human understanding is limited and untapped. While we commend the innovators of today, we resurrect the pioneers of yesterday.

The only problem is, while its feathered pen by which they were written with scream original workmanship, the changing times has had inkless computers. The young generation has evolved significantly over the years, over the one hundred fifty years to be exact, that the attention span is as all-encompassing as a cat chasing a red light.

Russovoir grew up with this generation. As much as he wants to completely like the film - cinematography, obviously, is a natural exemption - there are only specific scenes thought stood out echoing.

"To love someone is to see the face of God."

Elephant in the kitchen, does Russell Crowe honestly have any experience, let alone taught, in the musical department? Among the distinguished celebrities, he was the least riveting. He wasn't appealing at all. There must be a tacit and widely practiced method on lip movement to compliment, encourage, and persuade facial expressions from which draw the vicarious emotions. Crowe, instead, drew boredom and annoyance. Stiff and almost, deadpan. Gladiator (2000) phenomena came off unne-ceasar-ry. Other than him, in their specific, favored scenes, Anne Hathaway and Hugh Jackman, Amanda Seyfried and Eddie Redmayne, were the spine of the story, while ossifying Russovoir's, as they sing in an almost palpable execution. To explain further how well they did is futile because they, simply, take one's brea-hathaway.