And while I have yet to see actual bloodshed from the film, which I believe would not reach theatres this side of the world, save for the usually reliable bootleg copies, I would have to wallow on the current gorefest courtesy of the new Tim Burton's throat-slashing anti-hero Sweeney Todd which turned out to be not really icky and deplorable but actually wickedly funny and immensely enjoyable.
I haven't heard any of Stephen Sondheim's songs and boy must I admit that it is better than most of the famous well-loved musicals we are familiar with. I particularly liked No Place like London and Not While I'm Around. Johnny Depp is no Phantom of the Opera but I guess you won't need such a sweeping voice when you're obsessed with revenge to the extent of bleeding the life out of your victims. Helena Bonham Carter is brilliant as the obsessed Mrs. Lovett and watch out for Sascha Baron Cohen's Mr. Pirelli. With Alan Rickman and Timothy Spall, the dark and gloomy London streets feel like Diagon Alley.
Tim Burton has achieved another level of creepiness with this one, though I can barely remember what it was like seeing Edward Scissorhands or Beetlejuice. Collaborating for the longest time with Johnny Depp I think has really served both right. I think this is the first time Burton is directing a stage musical adaptation but it's so devilishly good I want to slash the throat of everybody inside the theatre, which is barely full. There was this girl behind me who doesn't know any expression except ewww, even if its grossly inappropriate. And since the movie is replete with that kind of stimulus, you can just imagine how furious I became. There was this obnoxious guy who was singing so loudly everybody was like staring at him. I was tempted to throw the softdrink cup to the asshole to shut him up.
When I walked out of the cinemahouse, I realized that barbers are now one of those people you'd definitely wouldn't want to piss off.
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