Looking back at this Sweeney Todd picture I just saw last night, I can somehow sickeningly identify with Johnny Depp's character. Not that I've been majorly wronged as poor Mr. Todd was, but he felt a certain disdain for humanity, which he saw as very expendable. Mrs. Tim Burton (Helena Bonham Carter) is superb in the film, and although I found the music and story pretty average, I do recommend the picture, with its cartoonish gory content and all. I've come to analyze/know fellow blogger Todd, and his taste for these wickedly demented type of violent psychopathic mentally ill characters in a movie such as this, which is why he loved the film so. Johnny and Helena's wardrobe/make-up would make great Halloween costumes for 2008. Seeing the film at this theater too, makes for one fine moviegoing experience.
And speaking of this Depp movie, it won big at The Golden Globe Awards, which were merely announced, but without the full glamorous show and parties, all thanks to the current writer's strike. While I enjoy watching these awards shows, most people have been leaving tons of messages and comments online saying how they just don't give a crap and that life will go on, and that Hollywood thinks of itself as being important, when it really isn't and that all these people are spoiled rich self-congratulating overpaid brats.
And I thought I was bitter and cynical.