by Marsha Ward
|The iconic logo|
I am thrilled, almost beyond words, that the musical version of the stage production of Victor Hugo's classic novel, Les Misérables, is being brought to film at last.
|Hugh Jackman as the Mayor and factory owner (aka Jean Valjean)|
|Russell Crowe as Javert (yes, he can sing)|
Featuring a stellar cast of actors who can actually sing, with the original theatrical producer, Cameron Macintosh, behind the scenes, and director Tom Hooper (The King's Speech) at the helm, this production should be magnificent.
|Anne Hathaway (yes, she can sing too) as Fantine, looking like Jean Simmons|
I'm very much looking forward to the movie.
|24601 - Is that even the same actor? What a great transformation!|
And what does all of this have to do with writing?
Two things: Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo, may possibly be the greatest novel ever written. "Set against the backdrop of 19th-century France, Les Misérables tells an enthralling story of broken dreams and unrequited love, passion, sacrifice and redemption—a timeless testament to the survival of the human spirit." (Yes, I borrowed the description from the Facebook page. It's pretty powerful stuff.)
Secondly, The Curmudgeon wants everyone to know that when you're sobbing your eyes out as you watch that trailer, you're bawling (not balling). I don't even want to attempt an explanation of that latter word.
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In other news, the novel is coming along nicely, I have cover art a-building, and a wonderful Western author has agreed to read Spinster's Folly for a possible blurb—if he likes it. I hope he likes it!
I'm also looking for beta readers, so give me a shout out if you're up for that in a month or so.