Hey again, all. Well, I'm back at that same Starbuck's, squinting at my laptop for a fleeting few moments before I have to race back to the house so we can pack up the whole gang (now numbered at 12, but soon to swell to a chaotically dissonant and logisitically unsound 21) and head to Galveston (where, I'm told, there is a high speed internet connection waiting for me...we'll see). The last two nights have found Charlotte and Oliver sleeping with a bit more peace, which has made life considerably easier. Christmas Day has come and gone. Now onto New Year's.
Yesterday, meanwhile, my brother-in-law Tim and I were let off our respective leashes to go catch "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" at the local, Rhode Island-sized mall. It's rare that I get to go out to the movies any more, much less to a film I've been gagging to see, so I was already ahead.
In terms of the film itself, I haven't read any reviews as yet, but I'll say this much: I FUCKING LOVED IT. Sure, it's entirely over the top -- not to mention that it's a musical -- but it's so goddamn awesome I can't stand it. You may, however, want to think twice before you bring your grandmother to it. Sure, it's a musical, but it's one of the bloodiest films I've seen in long, long time, especially for a big budget picture. The blood flows off the screen is blinding torrents, warm arterial sprays and dripping, crimson rivulets. I was quite surprised.
Depp is excellent. His accent is spot on and his voice is surprisingly accomplished (think mid-career Bowie). Apart from ripping off poor Dave Vanian's quiff, I give him high marks all around.
Anyway, I'm off again. Next stop, Galveston.
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