Maybe I'm spoiled by the superb plays at the Stratford (Ontario) Festival and the writing of William Shakespeare but I found the story of Les Miserables was a shallow, paint-by-numbers script. The paper-thin character development and the superficial motives and emotions made me think that Steven Spielberg had written this nonsense. I mean, really; cue the cute kid dying in the arms of one of the revolutionaries. Compare this to Othello or the Merchant of Venice (or even Fiddler on the Roof) and you'll see what I mean.
Musically, the performance also failed. The orchestra played so loudly that the singers were often overwhelmed. And to add insult to injury, I couldn't understand about 20/30% of the lyrics because of dreadful acoustics of this old theatre. (It wasn't just me; many of our group of 20 said the same thing.)
Fortunately, we reserved a box and the scotch was free and the chocolate desserts were scrummylicious.
All in all, a poor evening out and a disappointing wedding anniversary.
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