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Yesterday I went to the movie theatre expecting to see a low grade remake of the phantom of the opera (with the music of andrew lloyd webber) and ended up seeing one of the best films of my life. I was astonished at the blairing vocals, and heartfelt love of the musical genius phantom living beneeth the opera house, in the catacombs. I cried the entire evening. The film's Casablanca like storyline lead me into a fit a sadness and a passionate need and want for a man that will love how the man behind the mask loved dear christine. His face held no horror for me.