It is a certain matter that troubles me that the prequel to this movie was less than stellar when it first came out. You didn't come for that so I'll sum up my thoughts in three words: That's not Deadpool.
So in this movie (abbr. XMOW2LM), it certainly takes a different approach that pays off considerably. It doesn't even ride on the coattails of First Class. Everything from setting to delivery is all new and quite remarkable. Not to mention, it paid a good homage in a crossover to the movie Master and Commander, in which Russell Crowe's character has fallen under Stockholm Syndrome and become a Frenchman. So before anything is said, everybody starts singing. Everybody. They get up in each other's face and start singing, they sing while performing manual labor, sing while getting shot at, sing over each other, and collectively sing songs while being separated by considerable distance in some cases. Overarching music sets the tone to each scene that progresses with the plot, quite like when you move from town to town in Pokemon. If I could compare it to something, it's like in sitcoms where somebody hits their head and then suddenly everybody around them can't stop singing until the lead character succumbs or goes mad. Given that Wolverine was shot in the head at the end of the last movie, this is no surprise.
It's all quite charming. There's a love story, some fighting, social ills, Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter (sans Burton), redemption, life and death, and an ending that will have you saying "good night Irene". That bit is in quotes because you'll be saying it. You really wouldn't expect something like this to be in the head of a guy who experienced the horrors of the Civil, World, and Vietnam Wars.
Not entirely sure where this fits into the continuity of the Marvel Multiverse. However, from some comics I've read which feature Tony Stark as a Spanish baron in the seventeenth century and a fight between Red Skull and the Joker as the latter defends the American way, I am willing to accept this story. I'd accept it for the songs alone. I'm still humming half of them.
It was of some interest that I don't believe I saw a single French actor in a movie set in France. I'd say this solidifies my view that the British and Australian actors continue to do their part in representing the entirety of Western civilization. At least it's not like how Doctor Who suggests that all of time and space looks like Wales.
In summary, I give this movie ten angry mobs out of ten. Just like the ones that will be forming outside of my dorm room for writing this.
Really, go up to the window in front of the big building. Say "I want x amount of tickets" but don't actually say x because they'll look at you weird. Find a seat and watch it.
And it's Les Miserables. ok. that's all she wrote. We're done here.
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