Les Miserables (for the third time)

Today I went watch Les Mis with my mum. Well...most of it. We arrived before the film started, but due to the system at the certain Empire Cinema, we missed all of look down, the priest, and Hugh Jackman pre-bath. Though there was enough servers on, because every customer took about 10 minutes to order their tickets plus popcorn and drinks and oh I can I change my order and oh I can't decide which flavour of tango ice blast I want and....

I know it's extremely clever because as you buy your tickets you are enticed to buy food, but for people that just want tickets and have to wait in line behind indecisive families, it is just awful. Sort it out Empire!

Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the film. I cried the most after all of my experiences, possibly because I was with my mum who is the one who brought me up on Les Mis. I know all of her favourite bits e.g. when Stars was on, I sobbed because its her favourite. Many tissues were used.

Please enjoy this graph of tear amounts over the times I have watched it.

This time I noticed that the candles the Bishop gives Jean val Jean can be seen in the background every now and then, which I just love. Hurrah for hidden meaning!


We then went to Starbucks to recover emotionally, because nothing makes you feel better than a nice peppermint mocha frappe!