Sweeney Todd
Directed by Tim Burton
Starring Johnny Deep, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman
Rated R
Released date: Dec. 21, 2007
Ow’s uhbou uh meet poi, guvna? An’ perhaps uh touch uh gin ta waas it deown?
Aye, mum, Oi’d luv me a meet poi! Sowch uh taste woyd tickle me knickers, it woyd.
I enjoy a spot of deliciousness, too, every now and again.
The cockney-heavy production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street is palatable enough. Macabre dream team Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman, and Sacha Baron Cohen lay out a smorgasbord of a Broadway adaptation that will leave audiences drooling or writhing — depending on their tolerance of anthropophagi (juicy word, eh? Means cannibals).
The film opens with a treat of a credit reel courtesy of Mr. Burton. Those impatient geeks out there that had to watch the opening credits online know what I’m talking about — it does for blood what Charlie and the Chocolate Factory‘s credit reel did for chocolate. Just writing about it conjures cravings of a strip steak: extra rare.
There is plenty of blood to go around.
Thereafter the audience is served up a common sight: Johnny Depp employing full British inflection and riding into town on a large wooden ship. The revelation occurs when he opens his mouth not to bark orders of swabbing the deck or putting out the jib, but to regale us with a voice that has too long been dormant. And once he opens his mouth to sing, there is a rare moment that he closes it.
That is the difficulty in adapting a three-hour musical into a 117-minute film. Songs are slashed in twain, exposition is bare bones and quickly delivered, and loose ends are left hopelessly untied. Adaptor (rightfully credited) John Logan was not totally equal to the task. However, of the major players in this production only Logan is top round where filet mignon was in order.
Juicy, sweet, extra-bloody filet mignon.
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