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Feb. 2nd, 2008
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Feb. 2nd, 2008 09:37 pmI dragged Amber and Laura to see Sweeney Todd, for which I am rather certain neither of them will ever forgive me. They say curiosity killed the cat. This time, the cat's about the only one that survived.
To be fair, I didn't realize it was going to be quite that graphic. Oh, I had a pretty good idea: Burton, Depp, Sweeney Todd, but still, not that bad. However, somewhere along the line in the last, oh decade or so, on screen blood has stopped affecting me.
The black humour, though, in the form of song was fantastic. Also, Jack Sparrow singing. The end is neigh.
A few observations:
Is Helena ever going to do a movie where she doesn't look crazy?
Will I ever be able to watch Alan Rickman without laughing?
Did we really need to get the guy who played Peter Pettigrew to play Alan Rickman's manservant?
Was that really Anthony Head for like, 5 seconds at the beginning? Because it sure as hell looked and sounded like him.
And the really important part of the evening went as followed:
We found our seats and Amber and I headed for the bathroom, while Laura watched our things. We arrive back in the theatre just as Donna is saying: "I've seen him; I've met him just once."
I went screaming like a five year old on crack for my seat with Amber giggling in embarrasment for me all the way. I couldn't have cared less. By the time the trailer (and in case you're not following along with this it's the DW Season 4 trailer that they're now showing in cinemas and which I knew about before I went ::looks guilty::) finished Amber and Laura were in fits of giggles over my fangirliness. Is that a word? No? Should be?
The point of this story is quite simple: OMG. Is it March yet?
To be fair, I didn't realize it was going to be quite that graphic. Oh, I had a pretty good idea: Burton, Depp, Sweeney Todd, but still, not that bad. However, somewhere along the line in the last, oh decade or so, on screen blood has stopped affecting me.
The black humour, though, in the form of song was fantastic. Also, Jack Sparrow singing. The end is neigh.
A few observations:
Is Helena ever going to do a movie where she doesn't look crazy?
Will I ever be able to watch Alan Rickman without laughing?
Did we really need to get the guy who played Peter Pettigrew to play Alan Rickman's manservant?
Was that really Anthony Head for like, 5 seconds at the beginning? Because it sure as hell looked and sounded like him.
And the really important part of the evening went as followed:
We found our seats and Amber and I headed for the bathroom, while Laura watched our things. We arrive back in the theatre just as Donna is saying: "I've seen him; I've met him just once."
I went screaming like a five year old on crack for my seat with Amber giggling in embarrasment for me all the way. I couldn't have cared less. By the time the trailer (and in case you're not following along with this it's the DW Season 4 trailer that they're now showing in cinemas and which I knew about before I went ::looks guilty::) finished Amber and Laura were in fits of giggles over my fangirliness. Is that a word? No? Should be?
The point of this story is quite simple: OMG. Is it March yet?
