think about it, in some renditions of the play, the part of Christine is played with more emphasis on her love for the phantom, and in others towards Raoul. When the emphasis is on Raoul, we all understand exactly what this line means: phantom will kill Raoul. But if you take the rendition with her love for the phantom as emphasis (not to mention 25th anniversary, the Leroux novel or Love Never Dies), you could take this as the Phantom saying he will die if Christine choses Raoul over himself.
my brother, society, the opera house… damn them all for they will never understand the love I share with you. the love we share with each other. I could not give up my heart after I had just found it again.
Love Never Dies is not a terrible musical; the plot is a wreck and the characters are very unlikeable, but the music over all is rather good and the actual story (excluding the fact that it’s the POTO characters involved) is an interesting story. It’s a passible musical that shouldn’t be as hated as much as it is. Maybe just forgotten. So why is it so bad? Why do Phantom fans, even Phantom fans who want Christine and Erik together, hate it so much?
Because it destroys the morals of the first show/book/movie. It wrecks the characters we know and love, and has the audacity to say this is what happens AFTER the Phantom of The Opera.
It destroys what we love.
It takes an adorable love story, and tarnishes it. It makes the decision long ago, that Christine was on the brink of tears for, pointless. It says that’s not her true feelings and makes her go to Erik before her wedding night, claiming she made the wrong choice. (Which personally, I hate, as it furthers the stereotype that women are indecisive even if that’s not what it’s trying to represent). It trashes the innocent love between Raoul and Christine and poisons it with the hatred of a Christine/Erik shipping fan. And that’d be fine, if it was a fanfiction. But this was a musical, and technically cannon in the eyes of Andrew Lloyd Webber.
It makes all these pitiful characters…. cannon.
It takes an innocent character such as Meg, and obliterates her by making her fall in love with Erik (whom even with Christine was a stretch considering age). It makes her cruel and selfish, even though it tries to develop her character more. It takes the well loved Madame Giry and makes her the bad guy. The. Bad. Guy. It makes her evil and determined to only help herself after only helping Erik, ignoring her only child. It takes the kind motherly figure we knew, and makes her the ugly parent we’d never want. It takes Raoul, a character many consider a fop (though I personally adore), and magnifies his small unlike able character traits to such a degree that even Raoul-Haters can call out the improbability that that would ever happen. That he’d become as hatable as he did. And it takes Erik, poor Erik, and rips what little humanity Erik had in the first place clean out from under him.
In the Phantom of The Opera, Erik had nothing. He had no friends, no family, nothing to call his own besides the legacy of the Opera Ghost. You could easily feel bad for him, he has nothing. He is allowed to be selfish and devilish because he needs to be in order to survive. In Love Never Dies, however, Erik has everything. He has friends, like him, who look out for him. He has money and power and a successful business. He has his own legacy, not just the Opera Ghost, and a girl who’d kill to be with him. And what does Mister Y do with all his new found wealth? Nothing. He continues to obsess and fetishize over Christine even though he knows her heart is somewhere else. He cannot let go, which is fine. But when Christine does reappear it becomes very hard to root for his abusive and devilish ways when you know that if he fails, he still has an empire.
It takes characters I love, that we love, and tarnishes them. Whether book fan or musical fan or movie fan, it decrees that none of those character choices matter. It makes the characters so out-of-character, so far stretched that I end up detesting our main star (Erik), and feel pity for those we are supposed to hate (Raoul and Madame Giry). It breaks my heart, after I spent so much time obsessing over the original.
Sensation? Sentiment? It was both physical and emotional. His chest hurt, as if someone had cut it open to take out his heart. He felt a dreadful hollowness in it, a real emptiness that could never be filled except by Christine’s heart.
Raoul De Chagny:
Christine, there is no Phantom of the Opera!
Nadir Khan (narrating):
I am sorry to say that there was, indeed, a Phantom of the Opera, but for your peace of mind I will admit that he was not, literally, a ghost. Usually, the word ghost refers to a supernatural being, a shadow of something past, an ethereal creature that used to be human before being dead. However, sometimes there are creature whose misfortune is so unspeakable that being dead would probably be a better fate. Our Phantom, which I assure you, was very much alive, is, or was, one of these creatures: and that is why he called himself a Phantom, or a ghost, despite his being not dead yet.