blended crayons

i hate those people who are “activists” because they attend a few protests, share some photos on facebook, and support any cause that might fit the bill of liberal/progressive.

i just saw someone on facebook post a photo of the protest in india (women bearing a sign that says: dont tell your daughter not to go out, teach your son to behave) and someones caption: “indian women changing the world”

their life is not a game. they arent privileged little fuckers who get to go to college and had rich parents to give them everything they wanted when they were growing up. they dont pretend as if they are the zealous bearers of righteousness; these people really DONT HAVE the confidence to live a life without the fear of being violated at any given moment.

if this person really knew what the protest was caused by, there was no indication of it. the indian women weren’t changing the world, they were changing their home.

because in india, 50% of politicans can be rapists and get away with it.

because in their home, a man can rape them in broad daylight at a bus stop and suffer zero consequences whatsoever.

because it takes a woman who was violently gang raped and clung to life despite having a metal rod shoved into her, taking out a majority of her intestines and destroying atleast 6 of her organs. 

this is not about them fighting for your petty version of rights; this is them fighting the very real battle of their lives. they LIVE with this. 

dont degrade their struggle unless you actually care. you have no idea nor desire to understand the unrelenting fear of rape to a woman.

ugh, no wonder everyone shits on college kids.

i wanted to like the movie! i really did.

there were a lot of moments where i was like “oh this is gonna be epic!” or “my god its about to get good!” and then just…. nothing.

a lot of the directing was good. the opening was crazy and the scene where the common people were throwing their furniture out the window was great as well.

enjolras was fcking fantastic and so was eponine. hugh jackman wasnt even bad, pretty opposite. it wasnt even that the acting was horrible - its just that to successfully execute the kind of privileged moment that the book does, theres a lot that needs to be perfect. 

at one point, the movie was very reminiscent of twilight - i just wanted to laugh because everything was so hysterical and repetitive throughout. 

the very first mistake was casting russel crowe - whether his singing was good or bad, i cant even place it. it’s not necessarily that hes a horrible singer; his voice was simply very distracting. his performance as javert? brutal. the only thing you see of javert in the movie is him as a villain. 

les miserables is about the very nature of law and justice (or lack of it?), the brunt misery of the wretched poor at the time, unrequited love, familial love, and the impossible objectivity of morality. 

you get none of that because all the characters are so one dimensional in the movie.

you dont get to see javert’s inner conflict - is JVJ such a bad man if he has done all this good? and who is to say where the ledger is? this kind of tumultuous thought drove him mad - to the point of suicide.

fantine’s “i dreamed a dream” lasted longer than the rest of her screen time. before fantine was even developed, they killed her off. where was her youthful affair with thomolyes? or the way she was treated by the thernardiers? fantine’s brief time on the screen is weak. fantine is a sacrificial martyr - being spurned everywhere she went and forced to turn to selling her body. And when that was not enough, she sold body parts to come up with the money that she thought was going to provide for her daughter (which it wasn’t). this is a mothers undying urge to care for her flesh.  

fantines role in the movie = a woman who loses her job and accidentally becomes a prostitute. and then she dies.

then eponine. the girl who played eponine did a FANTASTIC job. what they chose to write in of eponine into the movie was not. eponine was NOT ALWAYS GOOD! She’s supposed to be confused about her desire to do well by Marius! shes supposed to be related to gavroche! and has a sister! she wasn’t JUST Marius’ love puppet, she was so much more….  she saved the lover of the man she loved and still hoped to die with him, but in her dying moment, confesses she has a letter for him from the true object of his affection despite knowing it was not her all because she is scared he will be mad at her in the afterlife. eponine was the pillar of resilience in the face of unrequited love. 

jvj wanted to kill marius at some point. marius took cosette away from jvj at another point. javert actually makes allowances for jvj toward the end. marius owed the thernardiers. marius was not at the barricade because he was too busy being lovesick.

the fact that i could go on and on about how insipid the characters were compared to their book versions is sickening. 

they say a picture is worth a thousand words…. so how come the books are always better?