Forced myself to watch Les Misérables, the final Best Picture nominee I’ve yet to see. By and large, I hate traditional musicals. Show tunes make me ill. Les Misérables starts off with a grating slave song, and continues to deliver one bleating number after the next.I was having nightmarish flashbacks to when Chicago won Best Picture in 2002. What a train wreck that was. If they’d shut their warbling mouths for two seconds in favor of more dialogue, I might actually be able to enjoy the film for more than a minute at a time. But EVERYTHING’S got to be a frigging song with them!
Rating: F
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