Fangirls, Beware

The musical is a genre lately saved for pre to late-pubescent teenage girls and their one token gay friend. Moulin Rouge (shudder), Chicago, Hairspray, et cetera. Tim Burton’s Sweeney Todd made an honest attempt at “dirtying” up the modern mainstream movie musical, but it too

fell victim to the veritable bacterial disease we call “fangirls”. Unfortunately for Mr. Burton, they follow Mr. Depp around like stray dogs follow ginger orphans. And regardless of how hard either one may try, Tim will eventually be forced to put Johnny in white face-paint, and the droves of ill-cultured (in my mind, at least) girls will continue to write bad fan-fiction.

…I lost my train of thought.Oh, right.

I doubt that if any of these… fans… were to see the original 1979 production of Sweeney, that they would be anywhere near as enthusiastic. How often do I hear them feign their best Bonham Carter Cockney in an attempt to prove that they know every word to “Worst Pies in London”? I’ll tell you how often. Very. Very often.

Venting aside, I find that in an attempt to please the “target demographic”, excellent source material is never quite given the respect it deserves (hence, Sweeney Todd). Now, I speak strictly of the movie-musical of the past decade. There was once a time when the genre flourished. Hell, there was once a time when a musical could win Best Picture (My Fair Lady, anyone?). Thank god we had a triumph like Moulin Rouge to bring the musical back to its former place of glory.

GOD I love sarcasm.

And now I come to the purpose of this post: the trailer for the new Les Misérables film was just released. And hot damn am I excited.

I have a self-professed love for Les Misérables, .and a self-professed hatred of the popular abbreviation, Les Miz. Amid the complexities of the orchestral score, it maintains a vocal simplicity. It is energetic, moving, and has a sort of childlike sensibility at times. It seldom does more than it needs to. It tells a story.

I feel that many productions overdo the piece. Any simplicity is lost in needless spectacle. I even feel as though the original production did not give the score the respect it deserves; and, quite frankly, I think it was too silly for its own good.  The closest any production has come, I feel, is the 10th anniversary concert. Little spectacle. Little nonsense. Just this group of people telling a story; allowing themselves to feel their way through the music… that is until the unsightly fireworks display at the end of the production. But that’s another quibble for another time.

The trailer provides some hope. I am very excited about Anne Hathaway’s interpretation of
“I Dreamed a Dream.” Simple. Simple. Simple. The cinematography looks absolutely stunning, I appreciate the distinct lack of Lea Michelle and Taylor Swift, and I love and respect Tom Hooper’s previous work. I am a little concerned about Helena Bonham Carter, though. Perhaps her unfortunate teenage followers will be put off by the lack of… paleness.

I hope that Mr. Hooper doesn’t get lost in the grandeur of it all, and manages to tell the story that both Victor Hugo and Claude-Michel Schönberg intended.

– Isaac Y.

P.S.- Colm Wilkinson plays the Bishop of Digne. That was nice of them.

P.P.S.- Here’s the trailer.

Copyright © 2012 Universal Pictures

Les Misérables is directed by Tom Hooper

Based on the novel by Victor Hugo and its stage adaptation by Claude-Michel Schönberg, Alain Boublil, and Herbert Kretzmer

Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean,
Russell Crowe as Inspector Javert
Anne Hathaway as Fantine,
Amanda Seyfried as Cosette
Eddie Redmayne as Marius Pontmercy
Samantha Barks as Éponine
Sacha Baron Cohen as Thénardier
Helena Bonham Carter as Madame Thénardier
Aaron Tveit as Enjolras
Daniel Huttlestone as Gavroche


Now Is the Summer of My Discontent

I’ve always found myself leaning toward apprehensiveness in any attempt to commit to a blog. And I imagine my primary reasoning to be that “no one gives a hot damn about anything I might have to say, therefore I am better left keeping my mouth shut (or keyboard shut, as it were).” Another problem I face is an unfortunate sense of perfectionism preventing me from reaching any recognizable form of satisfaction with any work I accept as my own. ‘Tis a constant battle in the Young psyche, (although ironically not a major problem in the young psyche. See what I did there?) but I manage. This being the summer of my discontent, I feel a need to… reinvent myself, in a sense. Perhaps this is the beginning of a new, unrestrained me. A me who has freed himself from the shackles of f**k-giving, and who can manage to write simply for the hell of it.

There is a burning need to document life. Oddly enough, I have spent the past five hours tossing memory after memory in the garbage bin, for no other reason than my lack of space to keep them in. As it turns out, your average condominium closet can only hold X number of memories, before becoming a veritable… void. Luckily, I hold little value in material tokens. I once convinced myself that I would create video log (or “vlog” as the young’ns call them), and I had almost convinced myself that people would watch said log. However, after two years and five views, I decided that there were better uses of my free time. (In retrospect, there really weren’t). Here, I am starting my fifth blog in three years, and I wish I knew why I am any more convinced that people will read my tat now than I was this time three years ago. But, as a brilliant friend of mine once wrote me, “whtvs.”

And that is the approach I deem necessary for my blogging exploits to work. Whtvs.


Now, what can you, the reader, come to expect from a lifelong commitment to Isaac Young Blogging Services L.L.C.? Surely, my life is not nearly exciting enough to warrant anyone’s time. I can safely say that I am a somewhat eccentric individual with a knack for self-depreciating humor, a series of (apparently) humorous medical conditions, and a borderline sick obsession with animated films and the circus arts. I own a purple homosexual puppet named Fuhnando, and I will soon be living in Dallas, Texas as I pursue my Bachelor of Fine Arts in Acting.

I hope I can keep you sufficiently entertained.

-Isaac Y.

P.S.- I think each post should have associated image. Being somewhat artistic, this will provide me with great joy. Here’s a picture of a bear sneezing, drawn for a distinctly different purpose than that of this blog.