Sweeney Todd

Hey, why didn’t anyone warn me that Sweeney Todd sucks? I mean, jeez. None of us could manage a straight face through the whole thing, and as the credits were rolling we start singing our own made-up verses to that pretty women song. The only person in the entire movie who could sing was the kid, and not even Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, and Alan Rickman (three actors I generally enjoy) could make me enjoy it. Is the musical this bad? And oh, that stupid sailor kid! Man, he opened the movie and he could not sing. I knew from the first note that it was going to suck. And the editors should get a beating – sailor kid sets down his bag across the street from Joanna’s house, sings his way straight into the middle of the road, walks straight back, and then walks about twenty feet to his left, where he recovers his bag. What?!
This last sentence should tell you, also, that I was more concerned for the fate of the sailor’s bag than I was for any of the characters.
Plus, c’mon arterial spray. They must have used vats of red paint and all kinds of pneumatic devices to get all that freakin’ blood shooting around. It was silly.
Eight forks. The costumes were okay.