I saw Les Miserables again this weekend, in its 25th annivesary touring edition.
And once again I was enthralled and moved and amazed.
My first experience with Les Miz was on its first national tour. That red flag came out at the end of Act One, and I cried through intermission. And I kept tearing up during Act Two, with the ending just walloping me into full-out sobs. I didn’t talk all the way home in the ride with friends. And I didn’t say much the rest of the day.
Les Miz has never had that impact again, but yesterday, seeing it for the first time since London in 2005, I was moved and delighted. This new edition features some revised orchestrations, and a full orchestra. Hurrah and wow! And the vocal score has been revised a bit too, making for fuller sound and more chills. The big anthems filled the Fox, and then some. Goosebumps piled on goosebumps, and I felt that wonderful racing-heart that tells me I am in the thrall of something powerful.
The detractors can detract. I love this show.