...though I think by now most of you have realized that yesterday's trivia facts were a big fat fake. I made them all up. Out of mine own little head. And much amusement was had in the doing thereof. Because I really can never resist a good joke. I dearly love a laugh.
And I really, really hope that all of you have realized that the second post yesterday, the so-called Les Mis review, was also a fake. I mean, my dastardly sister even signed her name to it, so it can't be that hard to figure out. For those of you not in the know, my dear sweet sister the Anne-girl did cunningly and with malice aforethought log into my account on the computer and go a-hacking on my Blogger dashboard. With cackling glee she did compose this thing and then published it and sat back to wait for comments to appear.
I forget what I did to her.*
Let me just establish some facts here. I DID see Les Mis last week and it was beautiful to behold, minus the scenes we skipped of course, and a review will be coming soonish-ish. However, though I did think Hugh Jackman was great and definitely deserved an Oscar (more on that later this week), he was not my favorite Valjean and his singing left a great deal to be desired. Eddie Redmayne was fabulous as Marius but was not perfection (seriously? as great as Michael Ball? DID SHE ACTUALLY THINK PEOPLE WOULD BELIEVE I SAID THAT?). And then of course there was the part about Aaron Tveit as Enjolras.
"Oh, but your Majesty, this is a lie!"
"It is a FALSE LIE!"
You people have to understand that I'm probably the biggest Aaron Tveit fan that ever lived, and his portrayal of Enjolras is, if not my absolute favorite, a neck-in-neck tie with Ramin Karimloo's. I kind of wish I had swooned at some point during the barricades, because it would be cool to say I had, but then again I would have missed part of the movie if I'd done so, so it's just as well.
All this to say that I would never, ever condemn Aaron Tveit's Enjo on this blog. Unless, of course, it was April Fool's Day and I was in a particularly devilish mood.
Also, the name is Tveit, not Tviet. Really now, Anne.
*I didn't actually do anything except shriek and laugh hysterically and tell her she was horrid, but I said that I forgot because I'm paraphrasing a book quote... name the book and the person whose name has been replaced with "her" and you'll get a pretend hug.