I suppose this depressing piece of crap movie earned it’s superior rating simply because watching Johnny Depp slicing throats with a straight razor causes people to lose their appetites. Or perhaps it’s the poor quality of the singing from all the actors; or perhaps it’s the sort of depressing movie that should never be released at Christmas time: but hey, since when did Tim Burton or Hollywood for that matter ever act responsibly? No doubt some people come to see this movie simply because it stars Johnny Depp. Both women and men are attracted to his feminine features, regardless of whether he's a pirate, a Frankenstein clone with hedge clippers for hands, or a barber with hair like the Bride of Frankenstein.
The audience is like Ivory soap – 99% pure white. I saw several senior citizens, no doubt dragged along by their paranoid-schizophrenic grandchildren, leave the theater with ashen faces – disturbed by both the movie and with trying to understand why their kin wanted to see it in the first place. I’ll bet they revised their wills the next day lest these precious grandchildren consider whacking them for some unknown reason.
People leaving the theater are quiet; many sit and watch all the stupid credits to see what demented people turned out this story of a barber bent on revenge for something I never found out because I wouldn’t go see this movie on a free pass. But hey, if you're into bad music and depressing stories without happy endings - you might like Sweeney Todd. However, I’ve got better things to do with my free time – like sleep. At least it offers ushers a chance to catch their breath before tackling the trash left in the larger auditoriums.
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