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Les Miserables deleted scenes masterpost
(you know, so we can see what we’re missing and all…)

1. Javert hunting Valjean- from the first trailer and the international one.

2 . dancetaire asked George Blagden this! He also tweeted once about how he wished they hadn’t cut that line.

3. Javert on yet another high ledge – from the first trailer

4. Father Mabeuf! An actor called Michael Sarne is credited as playing him. A brief clip of him waving the flag can be found on the ‘Battle at the Barricade’ DVD extra.

5. “I know who you are. You’re Jean Valjean.” From the international trailer

6. Fantine by a candle (???) – the first trailer

7. Valjean in the sewers- or possibly hiding from Javert’s men as seen in #1? These two scenes were right next to each other in the international trailer, so I wonder – also in the first trailer

8. Eponine saying Cosette’s name with utter bitterness – the international trailer

9. Ghost Eponine. I have no idea what the source is for that image, sorry. And it’s the only image I can find of her in that scene. But look! They did film it!

10. Javert dramatically opens a window – from the international trailer

11. Brother and sister – from this featurette about Sam Barks

12 & 13. Two little snippets of Cosette in her room and in the carriage at her wedding – from the international trailer

14. The beginning of The ABC Cafe, found on the ‘Creating The Perfect Paris’ DVD extra.

15. Anne Hathaway’s stunt that she begged to do and then it got deleted! (I know IMDB isn’t a reliable source, but it’s also referenced here.)

16. The alternate ending! If you’ve read the script you’ll remember it. Here’s a bigger picture of Cosette and Marius at the front of the barricade- they’re tiny but I’m sure it’s them. I am also SURE I once saw set photos of the Thenardiers in this scene, wearing old-age makeup, but I’ve looked for ages and can’t find them anywhere. If anyone knows what I’m talking about, tell me and I’ll add it to this!

Rereading the Corinthe bits of the Brick, for reasons, and I came across this bit about Father Hucheloup (Madame Hucheloup’s dead husband, although you probably already knew that). Bolded for your convenience:

It was Grantaire who had discovered Corinthe. He had entered it on account of the Carpe horas, and had returned thither on account of the Carpes au gras. There they drank, there they ate, there they shouted; they did not pay much, they paid badly, they did not pay at all, but they were always welcome. Father Hucheloup was a jovial host.Hucheloup, that amiable man, as was just said, was a wine-shop-keeper with a mustache; an amusing variety. He always had an ill-tempered air, seemed to wish to intimidate his customers, grumbled at the people who entered his establishment, and had rather the mien of seeking a quarrel with them than of serving them with soup. And yet, we insist upon the word, people were always welcome there. This oddity had attracted customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each other: “Come hear Father Hucheloup growl.” He had been a fencing-master.

…Who wants to bet he’s the one who taught Grantaire fencing?

twofrontteethstillcrooked:

nisiedrawsstuff:

WIP

OMG nisie is drawing again?!! maybe she will even start drawing well again?!!

(ugh seriously i hate everything i have been drawing lately, maybe i won’t hate this one, we’ll see)

Oh gosh, would you look at his eyelashes. ::breathes out slowly:: This is such achingly lovely work. I mean, Enjolras is not a peaceable person. He’s angelic in the old sense, as a herald nearly too terrifying to look upon; even his beauty can be savage; for a future of happiness, freedom, and equality he stands in a grave where he knows he will drown, a monstrous hero. But it’s really rather impossible for me to think of him as only these things, no matter how marvelously complicated such attributes happen to be. Whatever else Hugo wanted him to be (symbol, allegory, warning) Enjolras’s fuller humanity is where he resonates for me, and what I think when I see Nisie’s WIP here is, yes, he’s a soldier, he will kill as necessary and he will accept his own death; he has given himself up to this cause; and yet. He must also be so weary and, beneath the fierce bravery, in some ways so very heartbroken.

‘I am about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me’ is Enjolras’s (::cough::Hugo’s::cough::) proverbial brand of wrenching optimism — it takes the edge off a little, just a little, to imagine he and Grantaire are having a grand old time on some barricade beyond this mortal coil — but jesus it makes my chest hurt to think they didn’t get to hold each other when they were actually alive (um, alive as fictional people. You know). This drawing is like the best kind of wish fulfillment, and it still hurts like hell and makes me want to weep for an hour or two. LOVE SO MUCH LOVE.

queenofeden:

queenofeden:

au where everything is exactly the same except grantaire is a reaper and the night before the revolution he gets assigned to reap enjolras

the weight of the coming revolution is crushing grantaire and other reapers stand in wait the night before it begins grantaire’s eyes are fixed on the beautiful boy in front of him wishing and willing for the target over his head to somehow disappear but it doesn’t and Grantaire knows what happens to souls when they aren’t reaped they die slowly god knows where those souls go after they rot become something lesser something evil and so grantaire deeply in love with what Enjolras is who he is now will let him die but he’ll be damned if enjolras is going to go alone not after the revolt failsnot when he is the last to go and he is alone and still so brave so grantaire takes his hand he wasn’t much of a reaper anyway and they go together

oh i like you

““Grantaire,” he shouted, “go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don’t disgrace the barricade!”

This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He seemed to be rendered suddenly sober.

He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:—

“Let me sleep here.”

“Go and sleep somewhere else,” cried Enjolras.

But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied:—

“Let me sleep here,—until I die.”

Volume IV
Book Twelfth.—Corinthe
Chapter III. Night begins to descend upon Grantaire

(via roseshavesteelthorns)