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Dec. 12th, 2008 05:08 pm
[personal profile] lesmisloony
Vacation is upon me, and I feel the need to do another LM movie recap. I've sort of abandoned the '78 one because, as I've said in multiple places though no one seems to notice it, my version of the movie was abridged. I just can't continue to antagonise John Gay knowing that the Coffin Escape really WAS there but was cut from my DVD.

So I got out of bed this (afternoon--I stayed up all night giggling with Tara and Molls for no reason) and was like, "Today I shall begin a new recap!" but then I couldn't decide which movie to do and wound up just reading my old recaps and staring at my LM collection and eating leftover Pokey Sticks with some delicious ranch dressing given to me by [livejournal.com profile] suchcuriousity for Christmas.

Speaking of which, I epically failed at finishing her present before she went home, so I swore to finish that Christmas story I was working on. Well, even after staying up till 7am I failed at that too, so instead I'm just gonna post my creative writing assignment from a few months ago. Now, when I wrote this I had no idea who Sophie and the boys were. This was the first time I got them out to play with them. In fact, I don't think I even knew that Julian was her brother. It makes me smile because they're extremely different from what they eventually became. And because I clearly had no clue what was going on in her bewigged head.




She blinked once and everything changed.

The pressure of the count’s hand disappeared from her arm and she lost her balance, tumbling into a disgraceful heap on the polished floor of the ballroom.

Her first thought, even before she realised that she had not landed on a floor at all, was to smooth her skirts and straighten her wig. Blasted thing was beautiful, she thought, and hid her own mousy brown hair, but it was quite heavy. It only took a slight jostle for the high-piled monstrosity to slip to one side. As if the itching wasn’t bad enough.

Only then did she realise she was not in the duke’s ballroom. The taste of metal filled her mouth, mixing revoltingly with the smell of her own perfume.

“Sophie?”

She rose carefully to her feet, brushing some sort of soft lavender dust from her clothes, and swallowed back the anger that was rising in her throat. She aligned her shoulders. “That’s la Baronne de Blomet, if you please.”

Two men were standing before her, ankle-deep in the dust. They were both quite handsome, she thought, and one was dressed rather smartly. The other’s blue trousers seemed to be made of canvas. She addressed the handsomer of the two. “And where am I? When my father finds out—”

“Oh good Lord, Sophie, get over it,” the handsome one snapped. “It’s time.”

She crossed her arms firmly over her bodice, aware that the motion accentuated her bosom, and gave the two her most withering glare. “You’ve no right to call me that awful name.”

“That’s right,” the one in the blue trousers said, “Joséphine-Marie Françoise de Blomet, wasn’t it? That’s a mouthful.” He grinned at the handsome one, whose steely features twitched as he fought back a knowing smile. “But your parents call you Sophie. Why?”

The handsome one laid a hand on the other’s arm and stepped forward. “But they aren’t your parents, are they, Sophie? They found you in a basket on their doorstep. You’ve spent your life fighting the knowledge that you’re different, haven’t you? You’ve always known, underneath, that there was something else there. Something beneath the baroness of Blomet. And you tried to fight it, didn’t you? Threw yourself into the grand life of the bourgeoisie, dressed up in the panniers and the white wigs—”

“We’ve all got our favourite eras, Richmond,” said the one in the blue trousers. “You, for example, with that cape.”

The handsome one shot him a withering glare and continued. “You’ve done such a good job of hiding yourself, but the time for hiding is gone now. Sophie.”

“Come on, now,” volunteered the other one, “snap out of it, eh? You’re like me, remember? It’s time now.”

She scowled silently at them both, her cold features unflinching, but she found herself nervously tapping out the fingerings to a harpsichord sonatina against her sleeve. The one in the blue trousers saw it too and raised his eyebrows knowingly. “Sophie always does that, remember, Richmond? She’s a genius at the piano.”

The handsome one nodded, his dark gaze trained on her. “Sophie,” he said again.

And then they made sense.

She began to tremble, watching her entire life again with another pair of eyes, but this time it was only a story, only a mask, and she dropped it. Sophie raised her brown eyes and met Richmond’s piercing stare.

“I’m ready.”


Date: 2008-12-12 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xthe-ingenue.livejournal.com
Is the 78 one the one with blonde Cosette? I think I own that, but I only watched it once, so I don't really remember how I feel about it. Although, I do remember enjoying the lack of Eponine.

Date: 2008-12-13 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesmisloony.livejournal.com
If it helps, the 78 one is the one in which Marius has a beard and Fantine looks like Gollum...

This one:



It's magically terrible.

Date: 2008-12-13 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] suchcuriousity.livejournal.com
I FINALLY MADE IT HOMEEE.


Buttttt to comment on said above excerpt of story - you know what's weird? Even though Juju and Richmond are not as developed in this, (and don't seem to be totally and completely in love yet) Soph seems to stand out a lot more. Atleast, her character comes across more than it did sometimes in your Nano.

ANNNDDDDD yeah. ;D

MERLIN TOMORROW. Except I have to work. D;

Date: 2008-12-13 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesmisloony.livejournal.com
Me too I have to work too. We shall still simultaneously watch it and stuff?

Also I they totally were in love except Richmond wasn't as handsy and friendly and Julian wasn't as spastic and grin-y. I tried and failed to put in innuendo at one point and everything...

Date: 2008-12-18 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ulkis.livejournal.com
Sorry this is like, a week later . . .

Vacation is upon me, and I feel the need to do another LM movie recap. I've sort of abandoned the '78 one because, as I've said in multiple places though no one seems to notice it, my version of the movie was abridged. I just can't continue to antagonise John Gay knowing that the Coffin Escape really WAS there but was cut from my DVD.

Ooh, do one! I've missed your recaps. How about the awful 1952 one? That is ripe for the picking. With flying-to-his-death Javert and the whole, "does your mother know she's dying, Cosette?" Oh man, that movie not only fails as an adaptation, but as a movie. (Whereas I think 1935 and 1998 are great movies, even if they're sucky adaptations. I like to re-title 1998 as "Geoffrey Rush is Effing Awesome" in my head.)

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