By now, you’re pretty tired of hearing Anne Hathaway talk about eating two Nilla Wafers a day and suffering for her Fantine. Like. You’re going to kick a baby deer in the face if she mentions it ever again. And if one more person wants you to seem impressed by the fact that the cast actually sang, right there on that set, right at the same time as they were acting their scenes – as if theater actors don’t actually do that 8 times a week—you’re going to light some shit on fire.
But it’s all good, here in the hood. Because you have Aaron Tveit to save your sanity, right? Aaronjolras Tveit.
Well. You have like, four NYC red carpet photos and three film stills, at least. Those meager scraps of publicity are making you pretty happy. You’ve papered your bedroom with the print-outs already.
And sure. You’re kind of annoyed he’s barely in the previews. Or interviews. Or epic Annie Liebowitz photo spreads in Vogue. And you’re definitely pissed there are no big Aaronjolras posters for you to steal from your local subway station.
But fear not, Broadway, we’ve got your back. Because we are your people. And we adore Aaron Tveit, and Enjolras – a character Broadway loved hard enough to award a Tony (forget that Marius guy) – just as much as you do. We know what you want to know.
So while we can’t give Tveit an Oscar or Tony Nom for his work, we can (and will) gush our faces off about it. Because… well. Beautiful, golden throated Aaron Tveit playing Enjolras on film is pretty fucking important. And as the man who rules the barricade of our hearts, Aaronjolras deserves a solid few minutes of dedicated fangirling.
You’ll be glad to hear that on the barricade of this movie, Tveit does not disappoint. He’s clearly one of the best singers in the lot. Like. The minute he opens that mouth you breathe a sigh of relief, because you know you—and your beloved Enjolras—are in good vocal hands. And then there’s the acting. Tveit’s Enjolras is appropriately fearless, dashing, and single-minded. Seeing his face, set in proud defiance, as Enjolras stares down his own death is a bizarre pleasure. He is perfect. He is the Enjolras of your dreams.
Plus he’s fucking beautiful, even in wig that looks like it was made from the fur of a homeless cocker-spaniel. You want an example of said beauty? Well. There’s this moment when we enter Café Musain for the first time, and Aaronjolras is standing there with neck of his shirt pulled open, and his entire person is glistening with sweat and you will be transfixed by the glistening triangle of skin just below his throat. Good luck not groaning out loud in that moment, because you will also instantaneously imagine yourself licking the sweat out of the hollow of his throat as you pull his shirt open little by little. (No? Just me?) And wait until you see him hanging upside-down and dead out a window. It’s like… the most important moment in your Les Miz and Aaron Tveit loving life. It’s glorious. You’re going to lose your mind a little bit.
So what we’re really saying, Broadway, is this: fear not. Enjolras is front and center in the movie, no matter what the mainstream press coverage might have you believe. And Aaron Tveit, in all his golden, revolutionary glory, is going to make you swoon.
Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re just going to imagine Aaron glistening with sweat as he reclines in front of a huge wagon wheel every minute of every day until December 25th.