Thursday, December 20, 2007

"IT'S NOT HAIRSPRAY": Thus reads the parental warning with A.O. Scott's mega-rave review of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, which opens Friday:
It is cruel in its effects and radical in its misanthropy, expressing a breathtakingly, rigorously pessimistic view of human nature. It is also something close to a masterpiece, a work of extreme — I am tempted to say evil — genius. ... It may seem strange that I am praising a work of such unremitting savagery. I confess that I’m a little startled myself, but it’s been a long time since a movie gave me nightmares. And the unsettling power of “Sweeney Todd” comes above all from its bracing refusal of any sentimental consolation, from Mr. Burton’s willingness to push the most dreadful implications of Mr. Sondheim’s story to their blackest conclusions.
Ebert: "[T]here is an exhilaration in the very fiber of the film, because its life force is so strong. Its heroes, or anti-heroes, have been wounded to the quick, its villains are vile and heartless, and they all play on a stage that rules out decency and mercy. The acting is so good that it enlists us in the sordid story, which even contains a great deal of humor -- macabre, to be sure. As a feast for the eyes and the imagination, 'Sweeney Todd' is ... well, I was going to say, even more satisfying than a hot meat pie made out of your dad."

[Two Sondheim posts here in 24 hours? Ma nishtana halailah hazeh?]

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