Les Misérables Movie Review

From the moment the theater darkens, the ocean begins to crash in the first scenes and the music begins, you are swept away into Victor Hugo’s world of 19th century France. Directed by Academy Award Winner Tom Hooper (The King’s Speech), the film pulls at you with stunning cinematography and characters coming to life from what we had previously only seen performed on stage.

As someone who feel in love with all thing Les Mis years ago, who can sing (all be it, poorly) the soundtrack in my sleep, I have been desperately waiting to see this film from the moment it was announced.  I have seen the stage production more than a half dozen times and know well the story of the former convict Jean Valjean, his desire to become a man who does good in the world and his nemesis Javert.  I wondered, I worried how it would translate.

I shouldn’t have.

Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean is brilliant.  He breathes soul into a character, making him fully three dimensional as a prisoner, a father and a survivor. I felt as he felt, I wept as he wept, I worried, I wandered, I fought as he did….fortunately for those around me, I did not sing as he did. Anne Hathaway, was remarkable as Fantine.  Though her role is small when compared to Jean Valjean, she is pivotal in that her character, and her daughter Cossette mark Valjean’s climb from his dark past into being a force for all that is good in this time of turmoil in France. When she sang I Dream a Dream, there wasn’t a sound in the theatre…. collectively, we held our breathe.

I was stunned to find out that all songs in the movie were performed LIVE. No mouthing the words, no lip-syncing, and with the exception of the opening scene (you will understand why when you see it), there was no looping of sound.  These actors wore ear pieces which allowed the music to play in their heads as they sang.  This means, if they stumbled during a take, if they ran out of breath, if they lost the words, if their voices began to shake too terribly from the cold of being outside… they started over. And over again.  Though many of the songs and voices were not on par with the powerful performances you typically see from the stage, they were, it seemed, more real.

The emotion you witness is raw.  It is believable.

Beyond the extraordinary Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway, there were so many standouts: newcomer Eddie Redmayne as Marius was fresh, his singing pure and his love for Fantine so intense, you can can’t help but root for him. Samantha Barks, as Eponine’s performance of On My Own was phenomenal.  Her voice was, it seemed to me to be the one most comparable to the caliber you see on stage.

Helena Bonham Carter and Sacha Baron Cohen as the Innkeepers, the Thénardiers, repeatedly stole scenes.  They were so ‘in character’ that Cohen is almost unrecognizable as himself.

The only character I found lacking was Russell Crowe as Javert.  While his acting was on par, it was his singing that left me wanting.  His voice was not capable of delivering the power needed to back on the emotion Javert felt as he relentlessly pursued Jean Valjean for years and years. As an actor, Crowe delivered a believable performance, but in this role, more depth was needed.

The film delivers a stunning display of emotion, heart and soul. From one scene to the next you are on the edge of your seat following Jean Valjean’s path to redemption… his quest to be a better man.  While some scenes overflow with feeling, sucking the air from the theatre, others are quite graphic as only you would expect a revolution in 19th Century France to be.  There are a few moments I found difficult to stomach, but I have no doubt they added to the depth of how I felt as a viewer.

Overall, Les Miséables was stunning. The life, the heart, and the soul breathed into each character tells the story in a way I had never experienced as a theatre-goer.  I want to see it again.

Les Misérables opens in theaters on Christmas Day.

I Cry

I’m stunned.  I first saw the news reports a few hours ago.  Then, it was vague, and there was hope – if there can be such a thing with a horrific tragedy like this – that the final reports would tally ‘wounded’ and not ‘dead’.

I want to rewind the clock.  I want to go back to the moments before this happened… when I was writing about the ‘magic’ of the holiday season.

Before the news updates started to roll in.  Before my stomach began to tighten one knot at a time and the pressure in my brain began to build.  As I sit now on my couch, the numbers keep rising.

And I cry.

And cry.

Good GOD, for the sweet babies.

Oh my heart….for the parents, the families that stood outside waiting for children that didn’t come…receiving the very worst news of their lives.

For the pure loss of the innocence: The children at the school, lost.   All of the families who will forever have a gaping hole where the love of their children once lived. The teachers and staff – gone and their families who can’t be the same. The surviving children. The community of Sandy Hook School.

The city of Newtown, Connecticut.

And once again, all of the rest of us who watch from near and far wishing so deep in our souls that our tears, our anger could change the course of this tragedy.

For all of it – my prayers, my love, the aches in my heart.

I fought the urge to run to my children’s school to pick them up, comforted by the knowledge that they are (I say as I take the deepest of grateful breaths) safe and don’t need to be exposed to my horror and  sadness.  I need this time to collect myself, to process the hurt in my soul and to prepare in case they have heard and have questions.

If they don’t know, I won’t be sharing.

I will spend the next hour pulling myself together so I don’t frighten my small people with the extra tight hugs they will receive when they walk in.

And praying.

Mother to mother…. I can’t fathom their pain, and I don’t have the words to make it even an ounce better…. but I can hurt with you.

And I can pray.

A Post-Hurricane Sandy Donation: Finding a Way to Help

So many of us are counting down the days to the holidays. Decking the halls, hunting for gifts and choosing pictures for cards.

But East of us, they are still picking up the pieces.  Still leveling homes, still looking for warm places to stay, still gathering the food needed for families to feel ‘normal’ again.  I still feel a tightening in my chest every time I see the pictures and the video from the wreckage left by Hurricane Sandy.  My heart still warms with every offer of help I hear, and with every outstretched hand I see offered.  Food and items were gathered from the four corners of the country and shipped in.  I wrote about the efforts, knowing some people wanted to help, but weren’t sure just how. When you are miles away, it is easy to feel helpless.

I have kept in close contact with many friends in New York and New Jersey. While Sandy may not be the lead story in the news each night anymore, the need is still there.  And I know every little bit you and I do even now, helps.

I have worked with Kellogg’s for this past year and was proud to see them step up as one of the first companies to donate.  They committed $500,000 to the Red Cross and Feeding America on October 30th.  Clearly, I don’t have the capacity to give in that manner, but I can take baby steps.  While working with Kellogg’s a few months ago, they offered me a year’s supply of cereal to give away here on the site.  After Hurricane Sandy hit, I requested to donate those boxes instead and wondered if there was anything additional they might be able to contribute.

On my behalf, Kellogg’s doubled the donation to a 2 year’s supply of cereal. Rather than just picking a food bank and shipping them, I wanted to make sure these boxes were going where they were needed.  Knowing my friend Dawn Sandomeno’s home city of Belmar, New Jersey, was hit extremely hard, I started with her.  After a few weeks and a series of phone calls, today, I spoke with MaryAnn LaGuardia, the head of the PTO at Lavallette Elementary School in Tom’s River, New Jersey.  While juggling the loss and leveling of her own home, MaryAnn has been handling the many donations that have come their way. Despite the chaos she must be experiencing, she was happy to accept the donation on behalf of her students.

Screenshot from Lavallette Elementary's Website

From Lavallette’s website:

Words could never express how kind and generous people have been to the Lavallette School as we work to provide positive light for our children during a difficult time. People from every corner of the United States have reached out with financial donations, supplies, and kindness to allow the Lavallette School to keep on moving forward during its 99th year.

I hadn’t seen this at the time, but this is exactly the sentiment she expressed to me when we spoke.  It is extraordinary when you consider the many faces, the many families impacted by this storm and how easy it is to help, if even in a small way.

I’m so very happy I was connected to MaryAnn and Lavallette. I’m honored to have helped in even a small way.  I would love to know if you have found any additional ways to help as well as any suggestions you might have for how we might continue to help.

In Defense of the Word MILF: The Author of The MILF Diet Responds

Photo Courtesy: Simon & Schuster Digital Catalog

I am nothing if not opinionated.  And though I don’t always use this space as a forum to share everything I think, occasionally I can be a touch vehement about particular topics. One such moment was just last week when I wrote, “The MILF Diet: Why Using the term MILF to Sell ANYTHING is a Bad Idea”.

I had received an email pitch about a new health/diet book targeted at women and quiet honestly, I found the title and accompanying pitch offensive.  I’m not typically easily offended.  That being said, I replied to the email to explain why I wasn’t in love, I posted about it on my Facebook page and I wrote a post about it here.  All of it generated dialogue – much of which fell into the same category as my thoughts: that the term MILF didn’t carry a positive connotation.

Now, admittedly, you could argue that this means I know my audience and/or that my audience is of a like mindset.  Clearly not everyone finds the term less than savory.  Especially, the author, Jessica Porter.  I wondered aloud in some of my comments whether or not she had been the one to choose the title and I also wondered how she truly felt about the term.

I now know.  This morning I received a letter from her that she requested I share with you.  This letter is in response to not only my post, but the dialogue generated as a result of that post.  I am sharing her letter in its entirety here with one edit: I have starred the expletive she used as I have never put ‘adult language’ on Extraordinary Mommy.  Though I have sworn in my lifetime, I have not allowed that language to have a place here on the site.

I hope that you will read Jessica’s letter with an open mind.  I hope you will then tell me if her words sway your opinion of the title of the book (if, in fact, you didn’t love it to begin with). I have the utmost respect for her for a) reaching out to me so respectfully, b) for standing behind her work  and c) for articulating her stance so clearly.

Dear Danielle,

I’d like to take this opportunity to weigh in on this important–and passionate–conversation regarding The MILF Diet, because, well… I wrote it.

First of all, I just want to thank everyone for their comments.  I knew, when I decided on the title, that it would hit some nerves—and I totally understand that.  However, it was never my intention to cause deep or lasting offense.  I was brought up by a single—and proudly feminist–mom of the 70s, took lots of Women’s Studies courses in college, and I’d like to think that I am as sensitive as anyone to the very fine line that the word “MILF” walks; I recognize that it originated in pornography, and objectifies women–no doubt.

However, like other politically incorrect words have been co-opted, or re-purposed, over time by the groups they describe, I have also found that many, many women I have met over the last ten years have actually liked the term.  Yes, it’s naughty, but I believe that’s part of its appeal.  It has been used in mainstream media quite a bit over the last few years—on the sitcoms Weeds, and30 Rock, both shows with strong female protagonists who employ it with a wink.  Because it is an acronym, it seems to me to have found a positive meaning all its own—beyond the four words that form it—and is often taken as a simple, sassy, compliment for an attractive older women.  It’s even bandied about between women.

All that said, its cultural currency is not enough to defend its use as a book title.  I would never have written a book about healthy food and just slapped “MILF” on the cover as a simple hook. The MILF Diet is actually an approach to food that is specifically designed for women, in order to support our natural feminine energy.  You see, I believe (and I’m going to get all Women’s Studies classes here) that the term “MILF” actually reunites two very important parts of a woman—our maternity (we love, we care, we give), and our sexuality (we make love, we desire, and yes, we sometimes “f**k” and want to be “f**ked”).

On this note, I gave the book this title because, after 20+ years of eating whole, natural foods, I looked around me and the women I knew who had eaten the same way were deeply comfortable in their own bodies, were aging almost imperceptibly, and had healthy and relaxed relationships to their sexual selves.  I interviewed these women, asking all about their life experiences, and delved into their kitchens to discover their practical secrets.  They–and I–really do believe that eating whole, natural, foods has the power to heal us on the most profound levels.

And for me, good nutrition has always been integral to one’s relationship to one’s self, and is a fundamental aspect of self-care, so I agree with you completely, Danielle, that we should take care of ourselves for OURSELVES. That’s paramount. But–and I am definitely going to generalize here–I think that even the most confident, independent woman probably doesn’t hate the idea of being perceived as attractive to men—be they husbands or strangers on the sidewalk—as she ages. And sometimes she just wants to get laid! Let’s not fool ourselves in thinking that vanity has no claim on us.  In fact, current neuroscience makes the argument that a little vanity is part of the deepest wiring of the female brain… We have to keep it in check, sure, but to deny it is just not something I’m interested in. Wanting to feel attractive to the opposite sex doesn’t define me, but it’s still a part of who I am. The MILF Diet is trying to work with this reality, but it’s not seeking to undermine anyone’s self–confidence. Just the opposite.

So, in response to your criticism, I’ll say that I really am grateful for this feedback. I respect all your readers’ rights to their opinions. Some will have no interest in reclaiming the word “MILF”, I know. Some will be stalled in their tracks by the title, but I hope that some of you might actually look beyond the book’s cover because, from the first page, I confront the politics of the term “MILF”, and co-opt it for our purposes in a way that I hope is both sensitive and lighthearted.

Again, I’m extremely grateful that it has stirred up a vigorous conversation among passionate women about who we are, how we feel about ourselves, and how we are perceived.  That would make my late mother rejoice, and is exactly why I wrote the book. The MILF Diet is not—I repeat NOT— about a gaining or keeping a man’s approval; it is a shameless embrace of all things female: our bodies, our brains, our spirit and our sexuality  as perceived and experienced by US.  Does the word “MILF” help in getting these conversations going better than something like “How to Stay Attractive, Powerful and Healthy as You Age?”  I hope so! Let’s keep talking…

Thank you all for your time and attention,

Jessica Porter

Thank you, Jessica, for taking the time to reach out.  I will agree with you on a few points: yes –  I do think even confident, independent women don’t hate the idea of being attractive, yes – I will confess to allowing vanity to having a claim on me – I would be lying if I said otherwise , yes – this has stirred up a vigorous conversation and YES – I want nothing more than to feel attractive, powerful and healthy as I age.  So, while I can’t say you have convinced me that the acronym MILF represents all of this and more (I still struggle to embrace it), I do respect your version of it AND your passionate defense has swayed me to be curious about the content of your book. I realize you could have caved, back peddled, fearful of the controversy and muddied the waters with a wishy-washy reply. Good luck to you.

Now friends, your thoughts?

The MILF Diet: Why Using the Term MILF to Sell ANYTHING is a Bad Idea


Photo Courtesy: Simon & Schuster Digital Catalog

Update: November 30th – Author Jessica Porter reached out to me to respond to my thoughts in this post and the resulting dialogue.  I have shared her letter in its entirety and my thoughts about it here.

I’m not sure how it happened, but I now live in a world where the likes of Honey Boo Boo outrank and outperform Political Conventions. Where more people fill my Facebook and Twitter stream with their fears about never having a Twinkie again than what is happening in Gaza.  And today, where I can receive an email pitch with the subject, “The MILF Diet”.

 MILF as in “Mom I’d Like to …..”  

I will let you fill in the blank.

As soon as I see the acronym, my brain fills it right in with the appropriate expletive.  And I don’t do it with a smile on my face. So, now there is a diet to help me look like a MILF?  I put MILF in the same category as ‘cougar’.  It’s very likely a term someone younger than me *might* use if they deemed me temporarily suitable for the night. It most certainly isn’t a word used with respect. In fact, Wikipedia actually says it has it’s own version of pornography (awesome!) with the genre  focusing on an age-play dynamic between an older woman and a younger man. If I was compiling a list of words that made me feel strong, motivated, self-reliant and empowered, MILF wouldn’t be on it.

Yes, in this post, I’m tackling that email because ladies and gentlemen, I admit it, I was (and am) offended.  And I’m not easily offended.  I can count on one hand the number of times I have been truly frustrated as I sat here, (specifically that time I was appalled at Abercrombie & Fitch) taking the time to tap out my thoughts…fingers bouncing across the keys, trying to keep up with my brain and mouth.  Yes, occasionally I talk to myself when I write.  Especially when I am trying to make sense of something that doesn’t seem to have a logical conclusion.

Before you begin your Rumpelstiltskin dance, jumping up and down demanding that I simply DON’T BUY THE BOOK if I don’t like it, I will tell you I don’t think that is good enough.  It occasionally isn’t enough to read an email you find unacceptable and click delete.  In this case, the answer was three-fold.  I read the entire press release.  And I went to the book’s promotional site and read that.  Sure, I was making a ‘snap’ judgement based on the title, but I wanted to understand the content.

A true milf is confident, sexy, and radiates natural femininity. By eating whole, plant-based foods, you, too, can find balance and dynamic health, and unleash your inner MILF.  It’s simple: you are what you eat. So, to fulfill your true potential for health, happiness, and MILFiness, it’s best to avoid refined sugars, processed foods, dairy, and meat. But it’s not as scary as it sounds, and you’ll soon discover why. With recipes like Lemony Quinoa Salad; Oven- Roasted Root Vegetables with Garlic, Cumin, and Herbs; Edamame Dip; and Poached Pears with Raspberry Sauce, the MILF Diet is not only easy to follow, it’s delicious and slimming, too.  (The Author) brings her wealth of knowledge to The MILF Diet in the form of holistic philosophy, mouth-watering recipes, and a fun and digestible enumeration of the health benefits of MILFy foods.

The number of things that make me uncomfortable about all of this are vast. To begin with, I diet, don’t diet, eat well or poorly and exercise or don’t FOR ME, most certainly not so that I might be deemed (oh good heavens, I’m doing everything I can NOT TO USE THE LANGUAGE I WANT TO USE!) bed-worthy. When I look in the mirror, when I have a bad hair day, a day when my clothes don’t fit, a day when I’d rather eat glass than put on a bathing suit… those days are about me battling me – not me wishing for a white knight, or in this case, someone who thinks MILFs are ‘hot’, to come riding up to rescue me and my floundering self esteem.  And a diet isn’t going to change that.

Sadly, the diet itself sounds packed with goodness, balanced and probably quite good for me.  And the author, Jessica Porter’s previous book, The Hip Chick’s Guide to Macrobiotics is A modern girl’s guide to the secrets of eating for health, beauty, and peace of mind.  That actually sounds quite helpful – who doesn’t want to feel healthy, beautiful and peaceful?

But for this new book, what in the world are MILFy foods?  Just the phrase sounds dirty.

As I sat musing about these, bothered that what is very likely great, healthy content is masked in a ‘train wreck’ title, I decided to do what I often do when I’m curious: I crowd-sourced.  I put this on Facebook.

Comment after comment, from both women and men mirrored just what I had been thinking….

…..the term is offensive.

…..that being called a MILF is not a compliment and never was

…..that it plays in to a misogynistic society that amplifies women’s shortcomings and insecurities to convince us we need that ‘sexy approval’

…..the ‘shock’ of the title is par for the course – this is the ‘new entertainment’ that sells (see again: Honey Boo Boo)

Here’s the thing: I have a little girl.  And she is growing up fast.  I am not ignorant enough to believe that I can shield her from the world’s fascination with women’s figures, with ‘sexy’ and with train-wreck-tabloidism, but I can tell you this: she will be raised to know self-respect and a healthy body image are priorities. I won’t perpetuate this kind of idiocy, by using MILF as a ‘fun’ term or having books around my home that teach her to think looking beautiful or ‘sexy’ for anyone else is the right thing.

Unfortunately, I suspect, this book may very well have some advice that would have guided women into the lifestyle they want to live and the body they want to have, if only it suggested they should do it for THEMSELVES rather than for how they will be seen by others.

The final thing I did before writing this was respond, respectfully, to the PR rep who had reached out to me.  I did explain to her much of what I have said here: that I am certain the author knows her material and likely has great advice to give, but the title is offensive.  At the time of this publishing, I have not heard back from her, though based on comments on my facebook page, I do understand she has responded to others, including in her comments that the title is intended to empower women.  If and when I do hear back from her, I will update this post.

Updated 11/21 11:40am CST: I did hear back from the PR rep after my email.  Her name is Cristina and she was very kind.  She said, in part:

I am so sorry to hear that you were offended by the title. The title was meant to draw attention and empower women to find their “inner sexy,” if you will. With that said, I TOTALLY understand that it may not translate that way for some people. I have seen a mixed reaction from the title: some people think it’s funny and racy, others are offended by it.

As you noted, the book is actually filled with really wonderful, healthful tips and recipes. I have been cooking from it for almost a month now and I’ve lost a little weight and feel more energetic. I wish the title could please everyone, because the book holds some great content.

More than anything, I do appreciate that she responded.

Shop on Black Friday, Boycott Shopping on Thanksgiving Thursday

Ok…. so my post headline probably gives me away.

I love to shop on Black Friday.  I mean, I LOVE it.  But not because there is a deal I MUST have…mainly because it officially kicks off the holiday season for me.  I love being out in the hustle and bustle of the crowds. I adore the holiday music. I love wrapping paper. And ornaments. And red and green. And blue and silver. And I love buying gifts.

But making employees sacrifice their Thanksgiving holiday so stores can make more money?  I find it ridiculous.  And disrespectful to families.

More thoughts in the video.

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Our Stolen Photo Story Makes Yahoo!

Screenshot from Yahoo! Who Knew Video

It has been almost four years since our family photo was stolen from one of my sites and used in an ad in the Czech Republic to advertise for a grocery store. And yet, the story still pops up.

Sometimes, it is in a request to be used in a text book teaching about copyright. Sometimes another photo somewhere on the world wide web is snatched and used without permission and our story will pop up in a search and we will be used as a reference.

But this time, we are on Yahoo! in one of their ‘Who Knew’ videos…. along with Russell Christoff, the guy who discovered his face on Folger’s Coffee and Geraldine Doyle, the inspiration for Rosie the Riveter. Their version isn’t 100% accurate, but it is close.  And it would have been nice if they had used my name, yes?

The title of the video: “How did I get Famous? Unwitting Photo Postings that were used to sell Products”.

Take a look:

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