I thought I wouldn’t cry. I told myself that if I could laugh when the couple died in The Notebook then I could very well stay dry-eyed during Les Mis. The freaking movie emotionally broke me, and not because I was also suffering through Taco Bell pains during the movie.
If you’re a woman and chronically single you most likely cried when Eponine died. Was it because of the tragedy of a life lost? Was it because she boldly saved the life of the man she loved and died in his arms? No, it was because she reminded you how much it sucked to like someone who is totally in love with someone else. She reminded you of when the guy you like gushes to you about the blonde he is in love with and you’re all like, “Yeah you guys would be great together- where’s the ice cream?”
Then you sob even more when you realize that it’s probably going to take martyring yourself to get the guy you like to really notice you. Does he notice you when the blonde Cosette is around? No. Does he notice you when you are the best friend that is always there for him? No. Does he notice you when you’ve flung your body in front of a stray bullet to save his life so he can spend it with some other chick? Yes, but only for the last few minutes of your fleeting life- then he moves on to the blonde.
Of course the little boy dying, Fauntine dying, Jean Val Jean dying, or Javere’s back cracking may have been emotional too. Though women of the world, lets be honest and admit we cried then not because of how moving Eponine was. It was because she freaking reminded us of ourselves!