Also, what is Jessica Simpson‘s favorite pregnancy snack? Why is Taylor Swift so terrified of drinking wine in marble bathtubs? And how is Russell Crowe making sure that Les Miserables co-star Samantha Barks isn’t left on her own? All this and more in this morning’s The Scoop.
Whoa. We’ve heard Anne Hathaway sing a bit before. And we’ve seen her with that haircut. But we’re not sure any of that prepared us for her powerful “I Dreamed a Dream” performance in the teaser trailer for Les Miserables. (It seriously just sent me into flashbacks of dramatically waving fake French flags around our childhood living room and re-enacting all the dying scenes from the musical.) At the same time, the trailer adds a level of sophisticated movie magic that almost makes you forget this story has been told countless times since Victor Hugo first published his novel in 1862. That makes us extra excited for the movie’s December release, and for that reason, we’d like to cheer up Fantine, Jean Valjean and Co. Here are at least eight things that should make them just a little less miserable:
Taylor Swift, we don’t mean to reduce every disappointment in your life into more album fodder, but girl. Girl. The first single on your next album could easily be about getting allegedly passed over for the role of Eponine inLes Miserables. Producer Cameron Mackintosh reportedly announced this evening that the role would instead be given to Samantha Barks, a musical-theater veteran who performed Eponine’s big number “On My Own” at the musical’s 25th anniversary concert. And that’s got to feel sort of like a breakup, right? In as much as it feels awful and makes you want to barf? We are not helping, are we?
If it will make Taylor feel any better (and it won’t) Samantha is also a Jonas ex, having dating Nick Jonas while the musical brother co-starred with her in, you guessed it, Les Miz in London. The horrible part about all this is that you just know the anguish at losing this role is the very thing that would have made Taylor capable of imbuing “On My Own” with the perfect level of emotional devastation. That is some bitter, bitter irony. It’s so bitter we just want to … pick up this guitar, maybe write down a few chord progressions … OK, OK, we’re sorry, but you were going to do it eventually anyway!