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I feel you Johanna, I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at you window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Aww, this song is so very pretty.
So yes, I've just returned from the movie theatre after watching Sweeney Todd (three months used to sub the damn thing, and they still got half of it wrong - "crunching noises" became "crunching noses" to my great amusement). Great movie, I was really delighted by a hall full of people laughing cheerfully at the prospect of cannibalism.
Let's see... It was really a delightful dark-splatter-musical-comedy, the best one I've seen! Not overly impressed by Johnny Depp (and his pseudo-English mumbling) or Helena Bonham Carter (who still looks so good in the dishevelled crazy broad way), very impressed with Jamie Bower's (Anthony) singing and acting, and little Ed Sanders on-screen charisma (didn't he just break your heart singing Not while I'm around?).
And then there's Alan Rickman, of course. The last thing I said to Tiny went the lights went down was, "If Alan Rickman isn't drop dead gorgeous in this one, I'll walk out." And, well, obviously I didn't walk out. They tried me hard, what with making him oldand creepy, but the movie was saved by the pseudo-Victorian suit (we all know what I feel about those, don't we? Funny things happened to my consentration everytime he untied his cravat) and, of course, his lovely deep voice. Sadly few songs for him, though (actually, doing some research, appearantly Judge Turpin has his own rendition of Johanna in the Broadway version. CURSE YOU, BURTON!).
Still had a twinge of recognition of this part, though, which I recall was the first bit of promotional material I saw of the movie. Every time me and Snook happen to talk about Harry Potter he always does his Snape impression ("Page three hundred and ninety-*four*"), the next time I'm going to cheerfully respond with a Judge Turpin impression ("You *gandered* at my ward").
I am happy, yes. Now for planning a big Invasion pimping post of epic proportions.
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at you window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Aww, this song is so very pretty.
So yes, I've just returned from the movie theatre after watching Sweeney Todd (three months used to sub the damn thing, and they still got half of it wrong - "crunching noises" became "crunching noses" to my great amusement). Great movie, I was really delighted by a hall full of people laughing cheerfully at the prospect of cannibalism.
Let's see... It was really a delightful dark-splatter-musical-comedy, the best one I've seen! Not overly impressed by Johnny Depp (and his pseudo-English mumbling) or Helena Bonham Carter (who still looks so good in the dishevelled crazy broad way), very impressed with Jamie Bower's (Anthony) singing and acting, and little Ed Sanders on-screen charisma (didn't he just break your heart singing Not while I'm around?).
And then there's Alan Rickman, of course. The last thing I said to Tiny went the lights went down was, "If Alan Rickman isn't drop dead gorgeous in this one, I'll walk out." And, well, obviously I didn't walk out. They tried me hard, what with making him old
Still had a twinge of recognition of this part, though, which I recall was the first bit of promotional material I saw of the movie. Every time me and Snook happen to talk about Harry Potter he always does his Snape impression ("Page three hundred and ninety-*four*"), the next time I'm going to cheerfully respond with a Judge Turpin impression ("You *gandered* at my ward").
I am happy, yes. Now for planning a big Invasion pimping post of epic proportions.
