Les Miserables is the Best Movie Ever

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Now that my eyes are no longer swollen from sobbing like a baby for nearly three hours, I can actually write out my reaction to seeing Les Miserables.

To put it simply, when I got home from the movie I searched for reviews. More precisely, I typed the phrase “Les Miserables is the Best Movie Ever” into the search bar to see what results came up. I did this so that I could read opinions that directly lined up with my own.

Yeah, I do that sometimes.

Anyway, you should know that normally I am resistant to anything that uses music and images to tug at your emotions. When church pianists start softly playing during prayer, I roll my eyes. When the shivering dog comes on the screen and Sarah McLachlan starts singing in the background, I switch the channel.

You see, I have nothing against dogs, helping dogs, or caring about shivering dogs. And I firmly believe in the power of prayer and that it is vitally important to pray. That’s not the problem. The problem is when I feel like people are trying to manipulate me into feeling a certain way.

But this movie is different. Les Miserables has stark images, incredible acting, and amazing music that are all designed to suck you in and leave you a blubbering pile of tears. And I fell for it.

In case you haven’t realized, I am a huge fan of Les Miserables. When I say huge I mean probably one of the biggest Les Mis geeks around. The first time I saw the musical I was twelve, and I have lost count of how many times I have seen it since. I have seen big-budget productions in London, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, and I have seen smaller-budget productions in community theaters.

I have read the novel, seen the movies, memorized the soundtrack, and been caught singing at the top of my lungs along with Eponine that I, too, love him only on my own.

So to say that I was excited about this movie coming out is a huge understatement.

But what is it? What is it about this movie that is so powerful? The movie adaptation of Phantom of the Opera didn’t leave me breathless, and although I really enjoyed Chicago and Richard Gere’s tap dancing, I didn’t feel the need to rush home and Google the geekiest thing I could think of.

(Warning: If you haven’t seen the movie yet – stop reading. Turn off your computer. Go and see the movie. Then come back and read the rest of this post.)

I think that the reason this movie is so powerful is because they were able to so accurately portray the different emotions. During the scene when Valjean is praying after receiving the silver, you are not only watching someone grapple with his faith and surrendering his own will; you yourself are caught up in the struggle.

When Fantine is having her beautiful hair cut off, you sense the humiliation she feels. You watch her fall to the lowest point a woman can fall to and you feel her shame and anguish.

When young Cosette whispers that a lady tells her she loves her, your heart longs to reach out to this poor orphan and bring her comfort.

When Eponine crumbles to the ground, overcome with love she knows will never be returned, you feel the pain along with her.

And at the end when Valjean gets to leave his suffering behind, you see the reality of what death means. For the person leaving this earth, there is joy and comfort. But for those left behind, there is immense sorrow. As you watch Cosette dissolve into tears and Valjean peacefully walk into the light, you are flooded with the memories of those that you have lost, and once again you feel the strange combination of comfort and sadness.

Never before have I seen a movie that so vividly captures every emotion that you can experience in your life.

But the deep impact of the movie reaches beyond those heart-wrenching moments.

What has always resonated with me with this story is the epic battle between Valjean and Javert. It is not your typical battle of good and evil. The hero is a convict who has broken parole, and the villain is a policeman, intent on bringing order and civility. It is instead a battle that all of us face, daily. It is the battle between grace and judgment.

Jean Valjean was given the gifts of Grace and Redemption, and he in turn spent his life offering others those very same gifts. Javert could not fathom the idea of Grace, and when he himself was the recipient, he literally could not live with himself. Rather than accept a world where Redemption and Forgiveness are real, Javert chose death.

Every time I consider the actions of Jean Valjean, whether I read them in print or see them portrayed by such greats as Colm Wilkinson, Liam Neeson, or Hugh Jackman, I am forced to stop and consider my own life and my own actions.

Do I show grace? Or do I cling to judgment?

When I encounter the lowest of society, the “sweepings of the street”, am I disgusted by their sin and filth, or am I moved with compassion by their brokenness and pain?

When I am wronged, do I seek revenge or offer forgiveness?

Those are the questions I ask myself. And, to be honest, I’m not always comfortable with my answers.

This is why Les Miserables is the best movie ever. Not because I am a geek, and not because Anne Hathaway gave one of the greatest performances ever captured on film.

It is because it is a story of Redemption, a story of Truth, and a story that makes us all consider who we are, and how we respond to Grace.


Let Us be United

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I have friends from so many different backgrounds. I have white friends, black friends, Chinese friends, Mexican friends, and Russian friends. I have friends who live in Hawaii, friends who live in Africa, and friends who live in South America. I have gay friends, straight friends, Christian pastor friends, Muslim friends, and atheist friends.

For a brief moment last Friday, all of my friends and I were united. There was unspeakable grief, shock, and horror as we watched the news reports of the tragedy unfold before our eyes.

But the unity didn’t last.

As soon as the shock wore off and anger became the dominant emotion, we all started looking to find where we could place the blame. Since that time the arguments have been as diverse as my list of friends:

  • This happened because there are too many guns.
  • This happened because it was a gun-free zone.
  • This happened because there is no prayer in school.
  • This happened because there is too much emphasis on religion and not enough on science and mental health issues.

And the list goes on and on as everyone desperately tries to find who to blame, who is the enemy.

And during all of this the true Enemy slinks away and heads to his next target. He will prowl around, waiting to kill and destroy.  The Enemy is fully aware that not only did he captivate the mind of one young man and use him to kill 28 people and destroy countless lives last Friday, but he also stirred up endless arguments, hatred, selfishness, and blame.

Christians are fighting with Christians. Jews are fighting with Jews. Muslims are fighting with Muslims.

And the Enemy is smiling, disguising himself in beauty and light, and moving on to the next victims.

I am a follower of Jesus. And right now I am asking my fellow followers of Jesus to remember the words of the Apostle Paul, “For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.” – Ephesians 6:12.

Obama is not the enemy. The NRA is not the enemy. Guns are not the answer. Legislation is not the answer.

Evil did not enter the world on Friday morning. On Friday morning the Enemy took of his mask for a brief moment and reminded us that he is actively working in our world, doing what he does best.

So let us be united.

Let us unite in prayer and seeking the Lord.

Let us unite in drawing close to Jesus, and asking Him to be reflected in our actions and words.

Let us remember that our citizenship is in Heaven.

Let us remember that we have been given the task of drawing others to Jesus.

And let us remember what Jesus prayed for us. “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.” John 17:20-21.