If you held a gun to my head, I could not (to this day) tell you the subject matter of Les Miserables. I'm sure it's an amazing story that translates into a fine production on stage. And I'm sure it's now quite something to see on the big screen. Now a bit more open-minded than I was wayyyyyyyy back in the '90's, I'd probably enjoy it to some degree, though I'm still not a fan of musical, theatrical type proceedings (I'm still hanging on to some degree of 'neanderthalness.") At issue is not the subject matter - it's just that it's yet ANOTHER opportunity for folks to take some innocuous something and turn it into a measuring stick - measuring both their degree of high society and my degree of uncultured, uncouth and uncivilized commonness! They're a Parisian bistro and I'm a waffle house! They're a 12 year old scotch and I'm a Budweiser! They're ballet and I'm a night at the fights!
Maybe it's a rationalization. Maybe it stirs up some degree of insecurity in me, that I'm the lower rung of some evolutionary ladder because I'm just not finding enjoyment in things so breathtaking for others. But, as I say, that's fed by those who -with dropped jaws and wide eyes - tell me "oh you MUST see it!" Or you "MUST eat there and try the risotto!" or you "MUST read it! There aren't that many big words in it, you should be ok!" I'm Rodney Dangerfield having dinner at Bushwood, and I'm ok with that!!