There’s lots to sink your teeth into – lots to like and chew over – in the reimagining of Dark Shadows. Camp-classic TV soap opera, it stands up to eccentric genius Tim Burton’s silver screen amplification.
Who cares that the LOLs are a bit strained.
Chortles count as laughs and Dark Shadows triggers more than a few of those.
Johnny Depp never strains as Barnabas Collins, 18th century dandy turned vampire dropped into the 1970s. Depp’s droll otherness is perfect for a largely fish-out-of-water comedy.
Droll melodrama is a tough ticket when it comes to LOLs however, even with Burton’s peerless craftsmanship and a generally great cast. Young moviegoers in particular might be less than charmed, given that they didn’t experience the original Dark Shadows or the Me Decade.
OTOH, millennials love vampires. And Johnny Depp’s Barnabas Collins is a charming new bloodsucker. The movie tees up a sequel at the end, suggesting that his appeal will prove undead, er, undying.
How iconic is Johnny Depp? Standing behind a wannabe twentysomething at the ticket counter, I heard him ask for “that movie Johnny Depp’s in.” Dark Shadows didn’t mean squat to him, but Depp did.
His faith was rewarded with another pitch perfect performance by the master of daffy drollness. Indeed, Barnabas Collins goes into the section of the Depp canon previously monopolized by Captain Jack Sparrow. Many of the lines in Dark Shadows come alive solely via his delivery. That’s star power.
Three female leads play opposite him. Eva Green is glamorous without being pretty. Michelle Pfeiffer is glamorous with grace, a rare combination. Anyway, Green makes a worthy enemy, Pfeiffer a terrific ally. Then there’s Bella Heathcote, lovely and whip smart. This Aussie actress is going far.
Pfeiffer and Depp lead a well-casted Collins family that also includes a precocious child-star, an aging Lothario and a fresh-faced newcomer.
The two other notable players are Helena Bonham Carter as an alcoholic psychiatrist and Jackie Earle Haley as a lackey. While not either’s best work, these are two great character actors. Perhaps they’ll settle into their roles in the sequel.
Cameos include Alice Cooper (“Ugliest woman I’ve ever seen,” says Barnabas), the great Christopher Lee, and Jonathan Frid, the original Barnabas. Frid died shortly before the movie premiered. Or did he…
The humor never gets off-the-hook, as it’s weighted down by the melodrama. Still, the visual brilliance and chockablock ideas are transfixing, while the droll humor manages to regularly strike its target.
Note that Eva Green’s witch only removes her panties when she drapes them over Johnny Depp’s vampire face before locking him in his coffin. They never leave her body during their spectacular sex scene earlier. Just saying.
As to the bloodsucking, it ain’t so bad as 21st century vampire movies go, though it’s plenty sufficient to establish Barnabas Collins’ street cred.
My curse is broken. What curse?
Here’s my tale. Coming along at the tail end of the Baby Boomers, I was just a tot when Barnabas Collins ruled daytime TV, and was properly terrified of him and the show. Now a grown man, I’m free of the childhood curse of credulity, seeing instead a $150,000,000 production full of three dozen stuntmen and hundreds of digital artists and model makers. Undead? How about exquisitely unreal.
Regarding BrianSez’s Review
Wow. Very encouraging review. Can’t wait to it.