The day after Xmas, my sister called to say she wanted us to take Mom out to see Les Misérables. I asked Mom if she wanted to go.
Mom said, "Is it a happy movie? I'm seventy, and I only want to see a happy movie."
"Well. You know Anne Hathaway's in it, right?"
"Yes. I like her. I liked The Devil Wears Prada."
"Well. Her character loses her menial job because she won't sleep with her boss, so she ends up having to sell her hair to help support her illegitimate child. Shortly before she dies of consumption, she sings a lovely song about how life has killed all her dreams."
"Blech! Who would want to listen to that? Is this a popular song?"
"Well, actually, yes." I sang a few bars.
"Oh! I like that song."
"It's very pretty. But that's what it's about."
"So, yeah. It's a long story, but I'll try to sum it up. There's a student revolution, and one by one the characters die in poignant, heartbreaking ways. Then all their ghosts get together to sing a sad song. And that's the end."
"Well, it is called Les Misérables."
"Want to go get mani-pedis instead?"