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r_scribbles) wrote2008-11-11 01:43 pm
r_scribbles) wrote2008-11-11 01:43 pm
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I'm the Minder, bloody Minder... wait. Wrong musical.
So we finally got round to watching Sweeny Todd last night (well... last night and the night before... we've reached the stage in our lives where we have to watch movies in installments). Now, as big a fan I am of Tim Burton and The Deppster, the trailer for this film looked a wee bit rubbish, and all the squeeing wannabe Goff Girls going mental over it put me off, so we took our sweet time renting it. We were also put off because we both believed that we had been spoiled for Victorian London Based Musicals for life by Maid Of Judah: The Worst Musical In The World, Ever (there's about three people reading this blog who are either laughing their asses off or shuddering at the memory of being subjected to it right now).
But I really liked it! The music was right up my street, Tim Burton appears to be back to the stylistic form that I fell in love with in the early 90s, The Deppster has a heavenly voice and it was all jolly good fun. Me and hubs enjoyed laughing at the Idiot Sailor Boy bollocksing everything up time and again, and trying to work out what he'd been in before.
The two bits that really stuck out for me were really tiny, though...
- Todd sitting forlornly on the beach during Mrs Lovett's song in the best bathing costume I've ever seen, like Bernard Black having a horrible nightmare. Lultastic.
- Noticing just how snaggly Johnny Depp's bottom teeth are. I think they're awesome. They might become my new fetish.
Hubs is now wondering if he were to find himself in Todd's situation how he would use his own professional expertise to exact his revenge. I can't really picture the Demon Graphic Designer of Fleet Street, can you? I suggested that he could maniacally photoshop the faces of his enemies onto foul porn or something. Doesn't have the same impact as slitting throats with a straight razor, though.
But I really liked it! The music was right up my street, Tim Burton appears to be back to the stylistic form that I fell in love with in the early 90s, The Deppster has a heavenly voice and it was all jolly good fun. Me and hubs enjoyed laughing at the Idiot Sailor Boy bollocksing everything up time and again, and trying to work out what he'd been in before.
The two bits that really stuck out for me were really tiny, though...
- Todd sitting forlornly on the beach during Mrs Lovett's song in the best bathing costume I've ever seen, like Bernard Black having a horrible nightmare. Lultastic.
- Noticing just how snaggly Johnny Depp's bottom teeth are. I think they're awesome. They might become my new fetish.
Hubs is now wondering if he were to find himself in Todd's situation how he would use his own professional expertise to exact his revenge. I can't really picture the Demon Graphic Designer of Fleet Street, can you? I suggested that he could maniacally photoshop the faces of his enemies onto foul porn or something. Doesn't have the same impact as slitting throats with a straight razor, though.