Tonight I finished reading Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame, a book I had somehow never cracked open all through high school and college. What I had done, a few years ago, was watch the 1939 movie with Charles Laughton. As I recall he did a good job, but it was a different kind of thing. For one thing, while Quasimodo's body may be ravaged, he's only a couple of years older than the teenaged heroine Esmerelda. Laughton, never young when he was onscreen, filmed this when he was 40.
Quasimodo is no more right in the head than he is in body, and he is not in point of fact the title character of the novel in it's original French version (Notre Dame de Paris.) However, he is as much a hero as the story has, or needs. Pierre Gringoire is a coward and a dupe. Dom Claude Frollo is compassionate, but his better nature curdles into villainy. The loathsome stud Phoebus would have his own "______ is a Date Rapist" Facebook page in contemporary times. And Esmerelda is in love with Phoebus, which tells you all you need to know.
The author of this editions afterward excoriates the 1996 Disney version. Haven't seen it, but it just seems like a bad idea. I can't see them keeping anything like the original ending, for one thing.