There will be blood, indeed. And singing, don’t forget the singing. And genius: Johnny Depp in a Tim Burton film about a mass murderer makes this Edward Razorhands.
All in all, this highly theatrical production captivates and pleases with charismatic performances, a compelling story about a sympathetic serial killer and a rich recreation of ye olde London.
Yes, Johnny Depp can sing, as can Helena Bonham-Carter and the rest of the cast. A good thing, as nearly all of the dialogue is sung. More importantly, these are movie stars of the first order, meaning their visages blown up to big screen size never fail to command our gaze.
Depp continues to amaze, proving himself the master of yet another theatrical form.
Bonham Carter – the mother of Tim Burton’s children – proves herself an extraordinary performer encased in the face and bosom of a classic screen beauty.
The movie introduces two promising young stars: Jayne Wisener as the ingenue and Jamie Campbell Bower as her Romeo.
The villains are well cast, with Alan Rickman oozing his patented unctuousness and Timothy Spall looking every bit the part of his henchman.
Finally, Sacha Baron Cohen’s appearance provides welcome comic relief as a barber in murderous competition with Depp’s Sweeney Todd.
Musical-theater brought to the screen rarely connects with modern movie audiences raised on flash and quick cuts. This one succeeds, perhaps because the songs are generally short, clever and in service of a compelling plot.
The blood letting takes a while to begin, but when it does you’ll want to don a raincoat.
Circumstantial contrivances abound in tall tales like this.