#Phantom of the Opera movie

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 3

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Part 3

Part 4

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Disclaimer!

This is a story following the events after the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and only follows the movie and not any other adaptations!

This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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Christine Daaé, first a dancer, then Opera singer, beautiful slender shoulders and Radiant eyes to stun even the toughest man.

No wonder the Opera ghost fell for her, it's easy to forget they knew each other for years before Christine's debut. He was her teacher, and she was his muse.

"Isn't she beautiful!" Meg says excitedly, watching Christine in her white dress on stage.

Meg Giry, daughter of Madam Giry and best friend to Christine. She was so supportive and a good friend to Y/n aswell.

Y/n looked back at the stage with a bright smile feeling Christine's voice vibrate the floorboards beneath her feet.

Just as the chorus started Y/n could hear arguing from back stage. A very loud conversation beneath Christine's voice. No one seemed to mind since they were all bewildered by the Opera singer, except Y/n.

"Aloïs?" she questioned holding her puffy tutu up and past all the onlookers until she was back stage.

She could hear her Lover Aloïs arguing with someone, quite aggressively, any louder and they'd match Christine's Volume.

Finally she spotted him at the back of back stage near the curtain ropes. The man he was talking to was hidden behind the curtains, so hidden that Y/n entirely missed him.

"You can't take Christine! Then Carlotta will certainly take her place again!" Aloïs Yelled.

"She will be returned soon. I've been planning this for years, she won't be harmed." the voice said defensively.

"You set small accidents for Carlotta now you want to resort to kidnapping! End it! Or I will!" Aloïs suddenly grabs the man's face and yanks a white mask off it.

Y/n gasps loudly causing Aloïs to turn suddenly.

"Darling? You should be near the stage! It's almost time for your dance number!" he quickly hides the mask behind his back.

"I heard arguing?"

Y/n explains looking at what Aloïs hid behind his back. She smirks and moves against Aloïs placing a small kiss on his lips. This caught Aloïs off guard.

With swift turns in her ballet shoes, she spins around Aloïs and grabs the mask from his hands.

"What's this?" she questions holding it up to look at it.

"Hey! Y/n! Give that back!" Aloïs reaches to take the mask again but Y/n, still on her toes, En Pointe, spins away and holds the mask to her face.

"Why? I'm assuming it's just a prop?" she tilts her head sightly with the wide mask not fitting her face at all.

"Y/n!" Aloïs says with an angry tone.

With a giggle she stops teasing and hands Aloïs back the mask. Aloïs gives a sigh of relief and looks back at Y/n before placing a delicate kiss on her head.

"Thank you, darling. And yes, this is a very important prop."

Y/n smiles back at Aloïs's before her ears perk.

"Oh no!"

Putting her feet back flat on the ground, she shrinks to her natural height that's much shorter than Aloïs.

She blows a kiss to Aloïs before running off to the stage, right on cue to her dance number.

Aloïs turns back to a deep chuckle behind the curtains. Phantom had been watching Y/n's playful spectacle.

"Quite the witted beauty. Perhaps I'll take her instead?"

Aloïs growls and shoves the mask against Phantoms chest.

"Take whoever you want! Just leave Y/n out of it!"

"Y/n?" The Phantom taunted with a venomous rumbling voice. He places the mask back onto his face and swings his cape dramatically.

"I shall remember her." His last words before disappearing into the inter mechanisms of the Opera house.

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Months passed since Y/n and Erik were hired in the Tavern. Things were going well. Their room had been upgraded to one with a proper washroom and two beds.

Even tho two beds still in the same room, Y/n made a point of it to put up a curtain between her and Erik's bed for a little privacy.

After the first few days of working Erik noticed the knot in Y/n's dress was starting to ruin the dress completely.

He saved up and bought her a band new dress the next day. One with frills and extra light material to emphasize the dance moves.

Slowly they started building a living! First properly cleaning the room best they could, adding curtains and a carpet. Then clothes and accessories to match their taste.

Erik's first time in a market was a wonder to behold, like a child scattered in all directions. Spices from India, silk from Asia. All exported goods Erik never really considered beyond the walls of the Opera house.

Y/n had to hold his hand to keep him from wandering off. This ended up turning into a tugging to every stall that caught Erik's eye.

At nights when it was time to work, Y/n took the time to properly warm up then dance for hours on end.

Erik usually leaned against the wall or sat at the edge of the bar. Watching every step and every beautiful lock of hair glide through the air as Y/n danced.

Tho his face was dark and intense, he always felt the magic of the theater when watching Y/n dance. A twinge of nostalgia.

Unfortunately there were times when he had to twist a mans arm or almost break his hand for even almost touching Y/n.

Y/n always lost track of time. Erik took this oppertunity to pull her to a corner and probably hydrate and give her a needed break.

After the day was said and done they'd go up to their room for the night, still buzzing from the energetic bar.

"Ha! Come now my dear, if I danced I'd surely look like waddling pigeon!" Erik laughed while delicately massaging Y/n's legs.

Back in the room after a long night of dancing for drunken men. A small candle was flickering against the wooden walls of the room.

Y/n had finally taken Erik up on his nonsense that she 'wasn't doing the proper cool down stretches', and told him to show her how he thinks it's done.

"C'mon! I'm sure you can do a perfect walts! You should've learned something from never leaving the Opera house!"

She watched Erik at the foot of her bed struggling with the basic massaging methods. She was finishing her dinner that Boris had brought up for them.

"Well of course! Walts and many other partner dances. But I wouldn't dare dance alone!" Erik mumbles.

"Mmh! Ow!" Y/n wines yanking her leg back.

"That's enough of your 'help'. " she lightly smacks Erik's hand with the back of her spoon.

She is quick to get back on her feet before pulling Erik to his.

"Now show me this waltz!" she excitedly puts her hands on either of his shoulders with a little bounce.

"Alright, alright! Let's start with this." He mentioned with a little chuckle before pushing Y/n down by her shoulders to stop her bouncing.

He takes one of Y/n's hands off his shoulder and holds it to the side. His hand traces down her side until it's firmly placed on her hip.

"Follow my feet, when I step forward, you step back." he looks down at their feet and starts humming a small tune.

Ta, ta tum! He steps forward and Y/n is quick to match, then another step forward and Y/n steps back.

"Good. Now there's a very important thing to remember about the Waltz." He smiles looking at Y/n's intense focus on his feet movements.

"What's that?" she questions.

Erik smirks and uses his finger to delicately lift Y/n's chin until she looks at him.

"Read the words that come from your partners eyes."

Y/n feels the blood rush to her cheeks and she nods still following Erik's steps and his hummed tune.

"Very Good." he complimented, his voice barely above a whisper now.

Their dance slow to a few small steps and Erik watches Y/n's gaze, hypnotized by his voice and the flickering of a candle in his eyes.

Erik felt his chest start beating faster. Their bodies close enough to feel Y/n's steady breathing. A delicate hand on her hip controlling her movements and keeping her tightly in his grasp.

Y/n's eyes never waver from Erik's gaze. He moves down slowly feeling an immense need to kiss her delicate lips. Their lips graze only for a moment, the want for the sweet taste of each other rushing through both their bodies before :

Knock Knock. "Y/n! A letter for ya!"

A sudden knocking pull both of them from their thoughts and Y/n is first to turn into a red tomato.

"Coming!" she yells, feeling the cold air away from Erik's embrace.

Finally opening the door she looks at Boris still holding his cigar firmly in his mouth with an abnormally white envelope in his hands.

Y/n thanks Boris and whispers a small goodnight before closing the door.

She turns back to Erik with her eyes plastered on the wax seal on the letter. Very formal one compared to any common folks letter.

She traces her fingertips over the oddly familiar crest on the seal.

With a satisfying snap she breaks the wax quickly unfolds the letter.

"What is it?" Erik questions after recovering.

Y/n reads intently which quickly turns to worry. She brings her thumb to her mouth and starts chewing on the nail.

"Floquet..." she talks with a mumble because of the nail she chewed on.

Erik delicately takes her hand from her mouth and holds it to his chest like you would a book.

Y/n looks at him then takes a deep breath.

"Aloïs Floquet. That was his family's name. I recognized the crest from back in the Opera, when he received multiple letters from his mother and father." she explains.

"The letter says they'll be coming here within the next few days. But it doesn't explain why?the letter was sent a week ago! They could arrive tomorrow!"

Y/n's hand clenches out of reflex. Erik delicately traces circles on the back of her hand before questioning.

"Why would they come here?"

"I don't know! Aloïs must've told his family about me! And they heard of me dancing here! Now someone from the family is coming here to yell? Ask me where he is? Arrest me?!"

Y/n starts breathing quicker but Erik swiftly pulls her into a hug.

"Calm your breathing, my dear. It's surely nothing of the sort, and if it is? You did nothing illegal. They will have me to deal with."

He places a kiss on the top of Y/n's head trying to calm her spinning thoughts.

Y/n nods slowly in agreement still feeling fear in her soul. She squeezed Erik tightly and sniffed her tears back.

"Thank you Erik."

She whispered so quietly Erik almost missed it.

Not long after Y/n fell asleep in hed bed. Another mental blow adding to stress that never quite left her after the Opera house burnt down.

Erik peaked through the curtain at Y/n peacefully sleeping on the bed before closing the curtain again.

He walks to the closet then kneels down to the very bottom of the wooden cupboard.

He pushes the false bottom out to reveal a small dagger he'd retrieved from the Opera house. Tho he'd like to use his Rapier sword, being the excellent swordsman he is, it would be far to obvious. Keeping a large sword visible would give him away to his opponent.

This was how Erik planned his encounters with any hint of a threat.

Christine's voice drifted through the open window and into the room. It filled Erik with a breath of fresh air once again. Christine still preforming in an opera nearby giving Erik all the more reason to think about her.

He pushed the dagger back into its sheath and set it down then pulling the ring from his shirt tied to a necklace.

Sitting on his bed he watched Y/n's silhouette through the curtain, her body tense while she slept, then back at the ring. While in thought he starts humming.

"No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears,

I'm here, nothing can harm you,

My words will warm and calm you." his thoughts turned into a comforting melody.

Y/n's shoulders relax by hearing Erik sing like she's gotten so use to. He smiles seeing her figure calm down.

"Christine, you'll have to wait. I must protect My Y/n first."

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Loud cheers from two or three men early in the morning. Their obnoxious voices make Y/n jump out of her dreams and right into the bright morning.

She groans rubbing her eyes with her palm, her wild, lioness hair never breaking the morning routine it kept.

She sighed and stood up from the bed, quickly pulling back the curtain. Erik was still fast asleep with his newly made black mask on the bedside table.

Y/n smiled warmly walking over to him and placing a very quiet kiss on his cheek. A small groan from Erik still fast asleep, then Y/n prepared for the day ahead.

She sighed pulling her shoes on and quietly closing the door behind her. Breakfast was served downstairs as a way of welcoming her and Erik to work in the mornings.

She skipped downstairs with a smile before sliding down the hand rail skipping the last few steps.

"Bonjour Boris!"

She smiled and spun around to the back of the bar where she grabbed a fork.

"Bonjour, girl. Hope you're hungry!" he said tossing a cloth over his shoulder and pushing two plates onto the counter."

Y/n takes a deep breath inhaling the fresh smell of warm bread. She swiftly grabs the bread and took a seat on one of the bar stools.

"Mm~ You spoil us, boy!" she teases Boris while chewing happily, only to receive a smack over the head with the cloth Boris had.

"Ow-!"

Boris smirks with a little chuckle before looking at the door that creaked open.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?"

"I'm looking for a girl."

Once again Y/n stops chewing and drops the bread into the plate causing the fork to fall out and onto the floor. Her heart pounding in her throat at the familiar voice she heard behind her.

Her body slowly turns to see a young gentleman in the doorway. A coat hung over his shoulder and a neat vest over a white V-neck shirt.

His eyes bright blue and his curly blond hair pulled into a formal ponytail with a few stray strands.

"A-Aloïs...?"

Y/n stands straight only for the shock to hit her fast. She falls back onto the bar holding herself up with her elbows.

Slowly Aloïs walks closer and kneels down to match her hight. Delicately he lifts her chin to look at him.

"Y/n, My darling. I've been looking for you for so long." a smooth whisper before he plants a kiss on her lips.

Y/n is taken by surprise and pushes Aloïs back with her hand on his chest.

"Hold on!" she objects but Aloïs scoops her into his arms and lifts her bridal style.

"Aloïs! Please wait! I-I need to-!" her heart now in her throat she couldn't get the words out fast enough as Aloïs carries her to the door.

"Don't worry! You're safe now!" Aloïs boasted with his head held high, feeling like a knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel.

Aloïs was inches from the door when he's slammed to the side and Y/n is dropped to her feet. With one hand she's pulled into Erik's chest, holding her body tightly against it. So tight that she could hear his heart pounding aswell.

Erik holds his dagger out to Aloïs and glares even more daggers towards him.

The villain come to claim back the damsel, he held Y/n's shoulders then growls out his objection.

"She said, Wait."

Aloïs stands up from where he was pushed and looks at the masked man confused.

"You?" he proclaimed.

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut and listens to Erik's heart for just a moment. He was terrified of her leaving. Tho he doesn't talk much about his past, Y/n knows for a fact he's terrified of ending up alone again.

"That's enough!"

She shakes herself out of her panic, at least enough to talk then looks straight back at Aloïs.

"Let's talk outside."

After getting Erik to lower the dagger, they meet outside of the tavern to talk. Erik right beside Y/n leaning against the wall and listening to every word.

Y/n is the first to talk with her hands fidgeting with her dress.

"How is this possible Aloïs? I saw you get crushed by the falling beams! I heard you scream as you got burnt."

She looks at Aloïs though her hanging locks of hair.

"I did, but I was found. And thanks to my parents, I got the right treatment." his hand moves to his collar only to pull it down low enough to reveal some scarring peaking out of his shirt and crawling up his neck.

"After that I made it a priority to find you. I asked the Managers but those cowards didn't even bother to check how many people survived!"

He takes a step towards Y/n but stops the second Erik growls.

Clearing his throat he looks back at Y/n.

"I hired a private investigator to find you. In the end, they told me of a girl dancing in a tavern matching your description. I knew it had to be you! Now I've come to take you to a safer place."

Y/n shakes her head with her body still tense.

"Leave with you? Aloïs? I barely recognize you! It's been months since, I saw you die. Now you have fancy clothes and an expensive carriage!"

"Yes! To live the life we always talked about! Y/n, I have the money now."

He reaches for Y/n's hand but she pulls away.

"Aloïs... I've mourned for you, I've finally gotten myself to stop crying and move on, you want me to come right back?"

She clenches her teeth and pushes her index finger against Aloïs's chest.

"You may have been in the Opera for a few years, but I've had to learn to create an entire new life for myself and Erik!"

Y/n feels angry tears fill her eyes.

"We can't just start loving each other again!"

Y/n proclaims.

"We still could! I'm still the same Aloïs, Y/n. All you have to do..."

Aloïs pulls a sparkling ring from his pocket and holds it out to Y/n making her gasp.

"... Is give me a chance to show you."

Y/n looks at the glittering jewel as he places it in her palm and folds her fingertips over it.

"Think about it, my love."

He places a kiss on her hand. That was the final straw, Y/n couldn't take everything anymore, she took off back into the tavern leaving Erik and Aloïs.

Aloïs gives a long sigh before straightening his coat and popping the collar.

"That didn't go as planned, I'm afraid."

As much as he didn't want to, Erik chuckled at Aloïs's failed proposal allowing Aloïs to glare him down.

"You! You said you would leave her out of it."

"No, I said I'd remember her." he teased Aloïs.

Aloïs retorts.

"Don't forget, I know exactly what you are. What would Y/n think if she knew she was living with a murderer. The Phantom."

Erik's eyes go red and he shoves Aloïs against the wall and was about to plunge the dagger into the fancy vest Aloïs wore, but Aloïs grabbed Erik's mask almost yanking it off.

"Careful now! You kill me, Y/n will know instantly by my screams." Aloïs warns.

Phantom looks at Aloïs with his one eye that's not covered by Aloïs's palm. Taking a careful step backwards, he let's Aloïs go.

Aloïs straightens his coat and smirks walking to his carriage.

"Tell Y/n I will return for her answer, and you better not be here."

A final threat from Aloïs before the whip echoes and the horses gallop down the street.

[potol0ver]

NSFW alphabet

Phantom (Erik)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Makes sure you are comfortable, if you’re snacky he’ll have cookies, and water? Say no more. All prepped before hand. Even a bath that you can take before or after a nap.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He can’t pick a favorite, be honest he never could. He’d always stare at you and get intoxicated with a feature of yours no matter if it’s your thighs, waist, chest (doesn’t matter if you’re AFAB it AMAB, he likes your chest), or your beautiful lips. He adores you like a god.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves it when he marks you with it, wether it’s just on you, you swallow it, or he cums inside you, as long as you have it on/in your body he loves it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wrote fanfics about you two, smutty and fluffy, detailing every way he’d touch you, every way you two would take over each other. Don’t get me started on the secret drawings he has-

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

VIRGIN- which isn’t a surprise, while yes he’s never touched anyone like that, he has erotica books, and fairly good ones, so theoretically he knows what to do just hasn’t put it in practice.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

What ever makes you completely surrounding him, simple missionary with your arms and legs wrapped around him, the face off, you leaning down into him as you bounce on him, he just wants to feel like your everywhere around him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, he refuses to joke about something so intimate, his presence is almost consuming when you two do it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Smooth, he makes sure he’s clean for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ROMANTIC THROUGH AND THROUGH, the first time he’s more flamboyant with the romance candles, rose petals, the whole nine yards, but as it happened more and more the theatrics died down, but the passion with him will never fade.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yes, before you two got together the wet dreams were a lot, after he’d just be scared to ask you to help him. Every once and a while you’d catch his bulge/him jerking off and end up helping him with it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation, he is quite sensitive so it’s not hard to make him melt, besides since it’s coming from you he adores each and every orgasm

Marking, he’d never scratch or hit you, but hickies? Hell yes, he loves seeing them on your neck, and god does he love it when they’re on his.

Praise, praise can just be for play for him, praise him enough and he’ll be ready for you right then and there. It’s a whole other type of intimacy and it gets him going. He won’t hesitate to drown you in them too, he’ll sound like a poet

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Again it’s intimate to him, the bed it where it’s at. He refuses to let anyone possibly grow romantic to you, he’s definitely not going to let anyone see you like this, naked and vulnerable, only he can see that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Soft touches on his chest or stomach, but if you really want to get him going place soft needy kisses anywhere on him and see him start to drown in his need for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Never will degrade you, never will hurt you, refuses to man handle you, you’re his Angel, delicate as a flower, he needs to keep you safe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Isn’t into receiving all that much, but does take it when he needs to get off and you aren’t in the mood to go all the way. He loves giving though, just watching you squirm in his mouth while he fingers you is enough to make him cum. He isn’t the best (again virgin) but he does have one or two books written well so he’ll take notes from that and encourage you to tell him what feels best for you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Very sensual, slow and takes his time, but at the same time very needy. If you do like his thrusts being a little more rough he’ll do it, but if he’s jealous know that he’ll have hickies all over your body and you’ll be cumming on his tongue till you can’t take it anymore.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, if he’s going to go all the way, he’s going to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

NO RISKS, he can’t lose you, especially getting you so vulnerable. Especially if another person sees, he’ll pluck out their eyes if they ever see you naked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Isn’t the best, but he does make up for it in how many times he’s willing to cum for you. Besides he makes sure you cum before he even has the chance to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys, just pure flesh on flesh, makes things more personal.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He not a tease, more of a anticipation guy, he won’t deny you but he will make sure you’re feeling the effects of what he’s doing to the best of his ability.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Whimpers, moans, praises, all of the above, he can’t hold back his adoration for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a switch, he’ll go where makes you have more pleasure, on bottom so you can have his way with him? Go ahead. Him on top so he can worship you? Say no more. A healthy mix between them? Hell yes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

If it’s movie Erik, he does have some build to him, but nothing toned, he has a nice chest and I head cannon him to be just a little chubby (aka thick boy),sue me

Book Erik/other Erik, tall and lanky, this man is a stick, he has a nice waist in him though, tall as fuck, like 6’5-6’7

Both of them would have very pale skin, almost like porcelain. No matter which version of Erik you have in your mind you know for a fact he’s just a big puppy for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sex drive is there definitely, he just tries to ignore it as much as he can so it doesn’t become the primary source of your relationship. But whenever you’re in the mood, he’ll be waiting hand and foot

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll be kinda zoned out at first, come down from the high and pleasant overstim of it all, so he’ll just be staring off into the distance for like 5-10 minutes but he’ll slowly fade into sleep.

[lorrainestea]

What freaks me off the most in "Phantom of The Opera" (2004 movie) is that one scene when Meg walks into the dark, cold, moist tunnel leading to the underground of the opera building. And she is still wearing her POINTE SHOES. During the time of "Phantom of The Opera" which should be around 1880 (according to the internet, please correct me if I am wrong) were pointe shoes different from how they are made today - they didn't support the dancer's feet very much.

This is what Wikipedia says about pointe shoes during this time line: ...Pointe shoes were nothing more than modified satin slippers; the soles were made of leather and the sides and toes were darned to help the shoes hold their shapes. Because the shoes of this period offered no support, dancers would pad their toes for comfort and rely on the strength of their feet and ankles for support.

I can't even imagine how uncomfortable they must've been.

BUT even the modern pointe shoes aren't exactly comfortable to walk in - not even on a flat surface such as a stage (of course it depends on which type of pointe shoes you have, but at the end those are not shoes for walking, especially on flat feet). Not to mention they would die pretty quickly if they got wet.

Meg, my darling, my sweetheart, please don't wear your pointe shoes into a dungeon. It's not worth it.

[fictional-men-id-smash]

Here's your reminder that I called dibs on Erik since Christine didn't want him (dumb bitch)

He's so fine 😭 I wanna be his angel in his fancy little basement

[thatwierdquietkidthatdraws]

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA HAD ME IN TEARS AT THE ENDDD

Istg my poor baby Erik 😭😭 (he has commited multiple murders, had kidnapped before and is a master manipulator)

BUT I WAS FINISHED WITH IT SOMEWHERE AT 12 AM AND I BROKE DOWN INTO TEARS. IDK IF ITS BECAUSE I'M ON MY PERIOD BUT I WAS CRYING SK HARD 😭

[emilx311]

Please tell me they let Gerard Butler just demolish the entire set oncw filming was done for Phantom

[tillxthexearthxstartsxtoxcrumble]

Little details in The Phantom Of The Opera movie that I love so much cause I just watched it for the first time in years again and I will be mentioning my point of view now vs when I was a kid. Also this is in honor of it closing on Broadway today, it's truly an amazing musical

My mom had watched this musical since she was a kid and it's a favorite of hers so this is also one I watched with her and we shared things we liked throughout it :)

Just so everyone knows, as a kid I didn't understand anything bad about what the phantom was doing but I knew he was treated horribly and I sympathized with him a lot.

Warning: this is a very long post. I just started liveblogging at one point and never went back.

This was emobviously entirely intentional but the color coming back as it lights up in fire is truly one of the best things that could have ever been done with a movie and I will NEVER get over it. Best part of those flash forwards

Lot 666. The freaking chandelier falling. I'm just. Yeah. That's cool.

My mom saw a performance of this off Broadway but still in a big theater and they did light a fire and raise a chandelier for it and she mentions that anytime we talk about this musical. It was truly an amazing experience for her

THE TRUMPETSSSSSSS. I'm such a band nerd but I am gonna try and convince my band director to let us perform this cause we have a copy in the music library (also happy birthday to my band director cause it probably won't still be his birthday when this is posted but it is as I'm writing this)

She says she thinks of her as a daughter and yet she's aware of everything and lets it happen...

My mom said she didn't like Raoul until the movie and as a kid I didn't care for him (as I said, I cared for the phantom) but rewatching it now they're kinda cute with how excited they are when they recognize each other. More comments on them later, probably.

CHRISTINE IS GLOWING LITERALLY DURING THE PERFORMANCE. LITERALLY.

Because it's my current binging show and I'm emotionally attached, I have to mention- the actress playing Christine is truly incredible because I'm watching her in Shameless rn and it's truly amazing seeing her in both of these

CHRISTINE AND RAOUL SINGING TOGETHER AT ALL IS JUST THE BEST THING FOR THE EARS

SHE WATCHES HIM LOCK CHRISTINE IN WHY FORS SHE JUST STAND BY?! MA'AM I UNDERSTAND SYMPATHY, I HAD IT FOR HIM AS A KID TOO, BUT YOU'RE A GROWN ASS ADULT WITH A KID AND A SURROGATE CHILD. COME ON.

I mentioned this with my mom but I am really into color theory and white usually represents purity and innocence, which is why I find it interesting how his MASK is literally the color meaning innocene and then later on in the film he has a black mask when even Christine knows he is not the wonderful angel she though he was, and he doesn't get back his mask of innocence And the mask is even taken off. Which also, there is a beauty when reading into color symbolism how black represents evil and death and he has a black mask when going after so many people to kill and then she removes his mask and she has sympathy for him. Because while he is truly terrible for all he's done, he is a damaged creature that has never been shown love and she pities him. Doesn't change or make anything he has done okay but if there was much thought behind that, I love it.

Watched a Cinema Therapy episode on this (HIGHLY suggest checking them out, they're amazing!!! You can find them on YouTube!) But they mention how his lyrics are all very possessive and her love song with Raoul is all about sharing. I love it.

Time to acknowledge the elephant in the room cause the casting of Gerard Butler is very controversial apparently but my mom told me she read an article saying that they chose him because he was an untrained singer, as the phantom was meant to be. I understand both sides of the arguments on his casting, because while yes the authenticity of the character making it more realistic with singing ability, he was meant to be this amazing singer who literally sang like an angel so getting a trained actor may have been better but idk. I still love it

Sir get your hands off her you literally watched her grow up while you were an adult already.

The difference in perspective between Christine and what the reality was being shown is something that makes me appreciate it being a movie. There being rats and it being dark and damp as the reality vs Christine seeing it all lit up and beautiful and mysterious.

Nah man cause Christine is my favorite voice in this but I AM OBSESSED WITH RAOUL'S VOICE HOLY HELL

Nah man if I had literally seconds notice to play an unplanned song in band I'd lose my shit

The cinematography in this is just so beautiful oh my gosh

Okay more on the color theory a little bit with the masks. The masquerade scene- my mom told me the live performance was quite colorful during this but it was more black and white in this and it's interesting to me that they choose now to have the both black and white here. Because Christine sees through The Phantom mostly, but still believes him to be some angel in some form, and until she goes to the cemetery he will stay that way. The mask he enters with here, while still white was shaped much like a skull. Still the purity, but the death behind it that she now knows. It's also covering his whole face now.

He falls down into a firey pit. They're really not hiding the symbolism I just love pointing out the details

I hate people. I completely understand why he killed the guy and why she got him away. (I just don't like that she continues with it)

The song at the Graveyard is just. Yeah.

The red lighting is yet again making me think of color theory however I just can't get over their singing together in this song holy shit.

HE HAS THE WHITE MASK BACK WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO GET HER BACK AND SHE WAS GOING, IT WASN'T UNTIL HE FOUGHT RAOUL AND HURT HIM THAT IT CHANGED

Raoul I care for you a lot buddy but why share your plan when you know the man lives there and hears everything

They're covering their ears for his opera.

Yet again gonna mention the literal fire they have on the stage. Hell, but also passion and the danger.

Her straps of her dress are up before he shows up. One strap has fallen to her shoulder when he shows up and as she realizes it's him, both fall down. His play is titled "Don Juan" after the famous man who dedicated his life to seducing all women he could. Also this is Gerard Butler's best song vocal wise in my opinion

SHE LIFTS HER SLEEVES BACK UP THEN HE SINGS THE LINE "beyond the point of no return" AND THEN SHE LOOKS AT RAOUL AND HE REALIZES. Is this anything? Possibly not but it's 1 am at this moment

Her sleeves go back down when she turns back to him and sings the same lines as him.

Holy fuck their voices in this song too.

Raoul I'm so sorry my guy I saw those tears in your eyes.

She was acting along with everything he wanted but as he sang the song she thought was secret with her lover, she moved and started to tear up. Then she takes off his mask.

They fall down through the flames. I've already mentioned it but just... I love it

Okay idk if people will agree and I know there wasn't this much information on her in the Broadway performance but she stopped her daughter from going with them and brought Raoul down there. She has been shown to know his traps and the way out of them, where he hides and where he stays. She wouldn't let her daughter go, and stops, then sends him to go on alone and he ends up falling into a trap. She's shown that she is loyal to the phantom so far, who's to say she wouldn't try to sabotage Raoul?

I love how she isn't sympathetic at first, she was ANGRY and rightfully so. She sees a way out later and shows him compassion and love that he has never known

THE WAY HE SINGS "I fought so hard to free you" SO SOFTLY AS HE LOOKS AT HER BREAKS MY HEART MAN.

The fact that she mouths "I love you" to Raoul before she acts that way with the phantom.

He's shown love for the first time and it breaks him.

Okay further providing evidence of my theory that the surrogate mother (I forget her name ngl) wasn't so good- she was shown earlier to know the way that Christine was always taken there and that's the way the other people come in (as far as I could tell she wasn't with them) but she led Raoul the way that there was a trap door...

Going back to the white mask being the mask of the purity and innocence... the monkey was shown with him when he was a child. Not that exact one, I don't think, but a monkey was there and the white mask of purity (the way he was as a child) being left with it and him looking at it earlier on with no mask at all, after she shows him love and says that his face is not the monstrous side of him. Idk, I just loved that.

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Beautiful ❤️

Little Lottie...

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Ok imma bout to take my nap to try and get my sleep schedule back on track but like- I keep thinking of ways Erik from Phantom of the Opera is autistic. Like in the 2004 movie with Gerard Butler, I know it’s prolly bc the mask on the actors face but he keeps doing duck lips, which is the first stim I see this version of Erik doing. The second is when he reminded the cast to leave box five open for him and he goes back through the door that’s up near the ceiling, he was doing a very specific finger tip touch and I just can’t help but feel like that’s stim number 2. And of course no matter what version you saw (I believe at least) the dramatic cape movements/whipping, possibly stim number 3. AND OF COURSE THE THEATRE FIXATION- like yes you can brush it off as the only outside world he’s seen other then the freak show but like- DUDE- idk this might be me projecting- but like- there’s so many signs to me-

Anyway tell me what you think

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Mary Philbin and Lon Chaney - The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

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Emmy Rossum at the premiere of ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ (2004)

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The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

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Horror movies of the 1920s