I hate to upset a good blog entry already in progress, but I have to post this entry as a public service. Once you've read it, you can go back to the First Order of the New Order meeting minutes and comments.
Last night, Bee and I went with the EcoFellow to see Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd starring the adorable Johnny Depp and the noir-some Helena Bonham Carter. I'll grant you, I knew the story line and what it was about, but oh, yuck.
I won't say anymore except to say, don't spend $10.25 to see this bloodbath. In fact, don't even spend the price of a matinée ticket. If you're all fired up to see it, wait for it to release on DVD. Okay, I'm lying. I will say a little more...
Depp is good in this, as per his usual Tim-Burton-directed self, but his accent slips into Captain Jack a little too often. Bonham Carter is actually the character worth watching. She just does dark and creepy, but lovable, so well. She was good in this. Alan Rickman was bland, which is too bad, because he usually and especially does sinister superbly. Regardless, none of this redeems this movie. And the music isn't all that memorable, aside from the song Joanna. What the hell was Stephen Sondheim thinking with this piece?
This makes the second or third movie we've seen with the EcoFellow that none of us liked. (Not that that's the EcoFellow's fault. I didn't mean to imply that.) To quote the EF: "I'm beginning to think that movies make me tired." I think the three of us are going to have to find a different activity when we get together. Or, we're going to have to start seeing kid's flicks.