Mayhem, Cannibalism, and Hooters, Or: How I Spent My Christmas

Dragged out to see Sweeney Todd last night with adammaker, and had an effing blast. jackbabalon23 called the film 120 minutes of Sondheim and Gomorrah, which is accurate, and I can't come up with a better descriptor than that, so I'm stealing his. I promised orcjohn I'd tell him how the film was, so here I am, telling him how the film was: It was mostly brilliant, and extremely funny. We laughed at all the wrong parts, which are, of course, all the right parts. There's a bit in the beginning where they do a Mr. Toad's Wild Ride style shot, moving through London, narrowly avoiding any number of disastrous collisions, and it's just about worth the price of admission by itself.

I was a little worried about whether or not Johnny Depp could, you know, sing at all, but I hear he had lessons, and he acquitted himself reasonably well. Well enough for Sondheim, anyway, and where he falters, it's just as much a product of Todd's accent as anything else. Sacha Baron Cohen is a wildly funny Pirelli (again, quality of singing not so important for the role -- it's comedy, for the gods' sake). Toby is, for some reason, about 8 years old, which is a better fit in some ways than the sort of 14-16 that I think you usually get, although it did make the end much creepier than it might have been. The boy playing Toby is perhaps the best vocalist of the film, although the boy playing Anthony is a close second. Also, the boy playing Anthony is extremely pretty, and I enjoy seeing extremely pretty boys getting roughed up a bit. I consider this to be a failing in my character, and I'm sure you will too, unless you're a pretty boy who likes to be roughed up a bit, in which case you should talk to me after the show. ANYWAY.... Helena Bonham Carter is superb, but I wasn't expecting any less. The clash between her single-minded motivation and Depp's single-minded motivation is brilliantly played in facial expression and inflection, so that was a lot of fun to watch. It doesn't hurt that she has a lovely voice, and two of my favorite songs in the show. Rickman, we don't get enough of, which was the one noticeable failure of this production. Turpin's creepy behavior towards Joanna is limited to spying and the harassment necessary to move the story along; you don't get to see much of his internal struggle or his wretched proposal to her, which are some of his best bits, in my opinion. Alan Rickman, not creepy enough. Oh, well. Joanna, meh. She has almost no character to begin with, and a lot of the little she had got cut from the film. This is just as well, as I had no desire to hear her sing any more often than was strictly necessary, and she looks just enough like a grey alien to be unnerving. ANYWAY AGAIN... Overall, two thumbs up (one severed and in a pie).

Following the show, we went to Hooters (no respecter of holy days, Hooters) and had some solid food that almost certainly wasn't people. adammaker regaled us with alchemical research and meat pie recipes. At one point, kittenpants left the restaurant to take a phone call, and got locked out. Comical hijinks ensued. Also, we discovered that we'd apparently all slept with adammaker, at least according to popular theory. It's nice of people to tell me these things, because I'm almost never aware of them. I'd hope that if I slept with adammaker, I'd at least remember it, because it seems like it would be fun. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ANYWAY...

So that was my Christmas day, how was yours?

Mayhem, Cannibalism, and Hooters, Or: How I Spent My Christmas

Dragged out to see Sweeney Todd last night with adammaker, and had an effing blast. jackbabalon23 called the film 120 minutes of Sondheim and Gomorrah, which is accurate, and I can't come up with a better descriptor than that, so I'm stealing his. I promised orcjohn I'd tell him how the film was, so here I am, telling him how the film was: It was mostly brilliant, and extremely funny. We laughed at all the wrong parts, which are, of course, all the right parts. There's a bit in the beginning where they do a Mr. Toad's Wild Ride style shot, moving through London, narrowly avoiding any number of disastrous collisions, and it's just about worth the price of admission by itself.

I was a little worried about whether or not Johnny Depp could, you know, sing at all, but I hear he had lessons, and he acquitted himself reasonably well. Well enough for Sondheim, anyway, and where he falters, it's just as much a product of Todd's accent as anything else. Sacha Baron Cohen is a wildly funny Pirelli (again, quality of singing not so important for the role -- it's comedy, for the gods' sake). Toby is, for some reason, about 8 years old, which is a better fit in some ways than the sort of 14-16 that I think you usually get, although it did make the end much creepier than it might have been. The boy playing Toby is perhaps the best vocalist of the film, although the boy playing Anthony is a close second. Also, the boy playing Anthony is extremely pretty, and I enjoy seeing extremely pretty boys getting roughed up a bit. I consider this to be a failing in my character, and I'm sure you will too, unless you're a pretty boy who likes to be roughed up a bit, in which case you should talk to me after the show. ANYWAY.... Helena Bonham Carter is superb, but I wasn't expecting any less. The clash between her single-minded motivation and Depp's single-minded motivation is brilliantly played in facial expression and inflection, so that was a lot of fun to watch. It doesn't hurt that she has a lovely voice, and two of my favorite songs in the show. Rickman, we don't get enough of, which was the one noticeable failure of this production. Turpin's creepy behavior towards Joanna is limited to spying and the harassment necessary to move the story along; you don't get to see much of his internal struggle or his wretched proposal to her, which are some of his best bits, in my opinion. Alan Rickman, not creepy enough. Oh, well. Joanna, meh. She has almost no character to begin with, and a lot of the little she had got cut from the film. This is just as well, as I had no desire to hear her sing any more often than was strictly necessary, and she looks just enough like a grey alien to be unnerving. ANYWAY AGAIN... Overall, two thumbs up (one severed and in a pie).

Following the show, we went to Hooters (no respecter of holy days, Hooters) and had some solid food that almost certainly wasn't people. adammaker regaled us with alchemical research and meat pie recipes. At one point, kittenpants left the restaurant to take a phone call, and got locked out. Comical hijinks ensued. Also, we discovered that we'd apparently all slept with adammaker, at least according to popular theory. It's nice of people to tell me these things, because I'm almost never aware of them. I'd hope that if I slept with adammaker, I'd at least remember it, because it seems like it would be fun. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ANYWAY...

So that was my Christmas day, how was yours?

And, 'Cause I Know Y'all Don't Backread

We're raising money for Heifer International, and I'd appreciate your help.

I'm gonna have to come up with some sort of prize for donations, or some sort of game thing to go with it, but I'm fresh out of clever this morning. Any suggestions/requests? It's not like I can do sponsorships of body parts like saffronhare did when she did the Breast Cancer 3-Day, but that was pretty damned clever.

And, 'Cause I Know Y'all Don't Backread

We're raising money for Heifer International, and I'd appreciate your help.

I'm gonna have to come up with some sort of prize for donations, or some sort of game thing to go with it, but I'm fresh out of clever this morning. Any suggestions/requests? It's not like I can do sponsorships of body parts like saffronhare did when she did the Breast Cancer 3-Day, but that was pretty damned clever.