Being a Dramatis personae of the cinematographic
representation of Mr Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, and his vengeful deeds, in which...
Mr Todd – (Mr Depp) is magnificently lowering and glowering –
with (more than a) hint of bad-boy
glimmering in his eye
Mrs Lovett – (Miss Bonham-Carter) is an ethereally
corpse-like waif, even while living. Turns a mean hand with the meat-mincer,
though
The Judge (Mr Rickman) leches and sneers his delicious way
through most of the film, demonstrating his everlasting resemblance to a cross
between Casanova and the Marquis de Sade (but who amongst us ladies would
refuse the offer to browse his wickedly erotic tomes alongside him, bathed in
that voice like chocolate honey... Hmm?)
The Beadle (Mr Spall)
repels and repulses, simpers and drivels, ending up no better than he oughta!
The Music – (by Mr Sondheim), is divine – in fact, one could
quite easily sit through the whole film with eyes closed and just allow
yourself to be bathed in it, if you can’t face being bathed in....
The star of the film...THE BLOOD – which oozes and pumps,
trickles and gushes, drips and splatters just about everywhere. This is a
SERIOUSLY bloody – and graphic – film,
folks, so don’t go if your stomach won’t take it. If you do, take a big
handkerchief or gentleman’s shoulder to hide in if it all gets to be too much.
This is a spectacular film, with a magical opening sequence
of an old sailing ship, floating through the mist to enter the Victorian Pool
of London by night. Quite, quite wonderful. In fact, I think I would elevate the scenery and costume design to be
equal stealers with the other accolades – if this film doesn’t win every Oscar
in the book, then I am the Queen of Sheba. If you like Tim Burton's sense of the macabre, you will love it! (But take that handkerchief, just in
case...)

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