Okay, well, I was going to show off my new cover, for Day of the Dead, but Blogger isn’t letting me. And I was going to write about Sweeney Todd, but honestly? I loved it too much to even write about it. Just go see it. I can’t even elucidate how much I loved it, or itemize what I loved about it, because nothing stands out, if you know what I mean. It was all so good. Perfect. Every scene, every performance, every shot, perfect. I was freaking out by the end. You know how, when you get really into a mocie, and you’re bouncing in your seat and clenching your fists because you so want things to happen and you so want it all to work out and you so want to see what’s going to happen but you’re afraid to see, too? That’s what I was doing. Then I freaked out some more at the end.
I always love Helena Bonham-Carter but I especially loved her here, like on the level of Fight Club love. She was…beautiful. Johnny Depp… You see from the ellipses how at a loss for words I am. And you know how rare that is for me, ha ha. The thing is, you have two people who you shouldn’t root for, particularly Carter. You root for Depp’s motive, but when things change, you shouldn’t be still gleefully cheering him on and wanting to throw him down on the floor and tear off his clothes. But you do, anyway. Completely. You love them both. You want this crazy bloodsoaked world to become permanent.
Go see it. SO good. So good I want to see it every day.