Prima Donnaaaa Enchaaaant Us Once Agaaaaaain

Been feeling a bit rubbish lately, so I decided that tonight will be a night of pamperment and cinnamon toast. I'm watching the 2004 Phantom of the Opera and giving myself a home manicure. :-D
I sort of love this movie. I know that many people can't take it seriously or just outright hate it because of the 'beauty over talent' angle the casting directors seem to have taken, but I actually don't care. I like that Christine is played by a young, inexpert actress, because that's what Christine is. (I can't take Sarah Brightman seriously in any context, anyway, myself). I love that the Phantom is actually scary and I even love that he's sexy in a contextually inappropriate and somewhat stupid fashion, because it's The Phantom of the Opera! It should be campy and silly and over the top! (I do love Michael Crawford's pathetic fallen angel take on the role, but Gerard Butler's tantrumming is more fun.) The movie accurately captures the kind of excitement and epicness and emotion that I remember seeing and loving in the stage version. So, yeah.
I'm just living in the faint but delicious hope that Baz Luhrman will someday direct a totally sumptuous and silly-spectacular version. I would just wallow in that forever and die of happiness.
One massive problem I have with this film version is the tragic, tragic miscasting of Raoul. I just, ugh, WHY? 
I have really stupid ideas sometimes; the one I'm wrestling with at present is the desire to stay planted in front of the television and watch the 25th Anniversary Phantom and the Lo
n Chaney silent film as well... just have a mini-Phantom marathon all by myself. This is a stupid idea because it's ten past nine already. Plus, I would probably end up falling asleep in front of the TV and having really weird dreams.