Conclusion

I went and did a bit or checking up since I was still not satisfied since my last posting. Now, I have drawn a conclusion.

I do not know if it can be considered most miserable (not in the bad sense, but saddening), but Madame Butterfly (Madama Butterfly as per the original Italian version) is more so than Miss Saigon. Reason? Chris loved Kim and had full intention of bringing her back to America had it not been chaotic evacuation with the embassy staff. Pinkerton, on the other hand, never meant to make Cio-cio-san his wife. He meant to have the flowers of every land, then go back to have a legitimate American wife. These are concerning the miseries of love, which ought to be lesser than those of death camps, so I do not know if their "miserable-ness" can be compared in the same category.

Another conclusion... I still love Ruthie Henshall's Fantine best. I feel strange when I listen to other people singing Fantine's songs. When Henshall sings, it's rather heartbreaking (not that the others aren't). But her singing strikes a chord with me. When she sings, "OH GOD! IS THERE NO MERCY?!", I half expect her to keel over with the pain and suffering. Singing, similar to other arts, is not just about the technique. It's about the feelings too.