Les Miserables Drinking Game

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So. The Les Miz movie came out on Christmas Day, and even though I love the book and loved the performances that I’ve seen, I put off watching it. Mostly because I already started hard core crying just watching the trailer for it and couldn’t get myself as well rested as I felt I needed to be in order to endure almost 3 hours of that.

I couldn’t avoid seeing it forever, and I really wanted to see it on a big screen…so I went last night. I knew what I was facing. Justice and Mercy. A mother’s love. A stranger’s compassion. Brotherhood. Love. Sacrifice. Poverty and wealth. Revolution. Duty, honor, and dreams. Heartbreak. What would help me through the emotional hurricane I was about to go through?

My mustache flask full of Fireball whiskey, that’s what. Stuffed into my boot, and I was ready to go. I made up an impromptu drinking game that I’ll share for anyone else that hasn’t seen it yet. And for those who have seen it but love drinking games and want to see it again.

Take a drink every time:

…you see the French flag.
…the Gladiator and Wolverine appear on screen together.
…Jean Valjean performs a feat of strength.
…the Gladiator and Catwoman appear on screen together.
…any character’s eyes fill up with tears in a close up.
…you think, “what a dick” when Javert is on screen.
…Ann Hathaway makes you cry.
…anyone doesn’t sing their line.
…you think “shut up Hugh and kiss me!”
…you wish Helena Bonham Carter would have an appearance in every movie, ever made.
…you get goosebumps when Marius is singing.
…you sob out loud or hear someone else sobbing out loud.

As one of my friends pointed out, I really needed more than one flask for a 3 hour movie. But there’s not enough booze in the world to get me through Les Miserables unscathed. So my advice is play the game until they start building the barricade on the street. From that point on, the crying and drinking should be pretty constant.

Then go home and sleep it off…the headache and puffy eyes from both the booze and the crying.

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