I watched Sweeney Todd this weekend with my mom. I'd seen it in the theaters over Christmas but wanted a chance at seeing it again, so Maria bundled the kids out of the house to go see Nim's Island (Anna: thumbs up. Theo: thumbs down) while my mom and I watched the blood.
I think my initial review of the movie was confirmed by watching the DVD: I would rather see this on the stage. Musicals like this on the big screen always have to have big-name stars, who can't always be Tony-award-winning singers. Even with all the help that a copy of ProTools could muster, Johnny Depp's singing was only bordering on good, and Helena Bonham-Carter-Burton's singing was bordering on really bad. The songs themselves were impressive (sorry, not a theater-head, so never saw Todd on stage and am not that familiar with Sondheim) and would have been even more so with better singing talent involved.
The movie itself? Just OK, nothing really I can single out as being particularly noteworthy. The blood was quite bloody, which is perfect for blood. But ultimately the songs made it worthwhile.
Oh, one annoyance to note. Must all Tim Burton films now begin with some kind of montage of things being manufactured? I know both Willy Wonka and Sweeney Todd start like this, and I imagine I could come up with some others if I tried. Quite the other end of the spectrum from Pee Wee's Big Adventure and its opening title.
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