I love Les Miz because it’s upset so many people, from the serious critics who just can’t wrap their knotted little brains around warbling French convicts, to the squealing folks in the Broadway chat rooms, who can’t understand why Bernadette Peters wasn’t cast as Valjean. I love Les Miz because it’s about how, when you’re faced with the colossal injustice of the entire universe, all you can do is wipe the sewage off your face, and hope for at least a Golden Globe. I love Les Miz because it expresses the passage of time entirely through wigs, and because it teaches us the most important Hollywood lesson of all, which is that it’s always entertaining to watch attractive people suffer, if you ask me.