An ex-con becomes mayor, raises a prostitute’s daughter, and escapes a slightly obsessed police officer while somehow finding the time to participate in a French revolution. Meanwhile, one of the Jonas Brothers breaks another heart.
Since everyone and their dog have been talking about the Les Miserables movie lately, I thought I’d resurrect the 25th anniversary concert performance with Alfie Boe.
My wife and I saw Alfie sing “Bring Me Home” live with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. He was phenomenal. I would name my next child after him if it wasn’t for the ‘80s sitcom alien-puppet with a similar name.
This concert would have been flawless if they hadn’t felt the need to include one of the Jonas Brothers. Sure, he can carry a tune, but if this performance was a bowl of Cheerios, he would be that slightly discolored and misshapen one that you try to avoid but end up eating anyway.
Also, we weren’t sure how to get a copy without donating $500 million or our firstborn child to PBS, so we watched it here on YouTube.
OH, SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW: There’s a song about prostitution that makes me uncomfortable—but not as uncomfortable as the part where Nick Jonas awkwardly pets Eponine’s cranium.
My wife pointed out how different Les Miserables plays out from that of the Count of Monte Cristo, where Edmond Dantes spends the rest of his life seeking a bitter vengeance he calls justice. In this story, however, Jean Valjean discovers the power of mercy.
For mercy to satisfy the demands of justice there must be a sacrifice by a third party. The priest knew this, and gave up his silver so Valjean wouldn’t have to go back to prison. His only request of Valjean was to use the silver to become an honest man. And he did. And because Valjean was shown mercy, he was able to become a great benefit to his fellow beings.
Each of us has been given the same opportunity by the great Mediator, if we would just commit, and re-commit, to live a better life and become what He would have us become.
As Jean Valjean sings:
My life he claims for God above
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me…
I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin
I’ll escape now from the world…
Another story must begin!
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” – Isaiah 1:18