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Dec. 5th, 2009 03:52 pmThere's a new meme that's going around. When the hits start flying, you gotta get down.
Hmm. I don't know that I feel like doing the self-disclosure meme. I'm also not sure very many people read this journal these days, but if there's something you want to know about me, just ask. I might even answer.
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jexowian and I watched Tim Burton's version of Sweeney Todd (the International Man of Mystery isn't much of a fan of musicals, no matter how charming or dark). I can't tell if it was great, horrible, funny, or brilliant. My overriding opinion on it (and as usual I'm probably the last person on the planet to see it) was that the principal actors in it were so worried about singing convincingly that they forgot to do the acting part. I'm a big fan of the conveyance of emotion on film, especially with a tragic story like this one, and boy was I just not feeling it from Helena Bonham Carter. I think she would have been much better cast as the Beggar Woman. And so much of it was like Harry Potter Lite: hey, there's Bellatrix telling her long-lost crush to hide from Snape and Scabbers! That didn't exactly help.
My real issue with it is that I'm utterly spoiled. I saw the Broadway production in its first run with Angela Lansbury and Len Cariou, then I saw the touring company in Boston with Angela Lansbury again and George Hearn, and both of those productions were so outstanding that it makes anything else pale in comparison. I mean, Angela Lansbury, come on. (So there really are lots of actors out there who can also sing, I'm just saying.) The luxury of growing up so close to the heart of musical theater in NY has made me a little bit of a snob about it, apparently.
Hmm. I don't know that I feel like doing the self-disclosure meme. I'm also not sure very many people read this journal these days, but if there's something you want to know about me, just ask. I might even answer.
Last night
jexowian and I watched Tim Burton's version of Sweeney Todd (the International Man of Mystery isn't much of a fan of musicals, no matter how charming or dark). I can't tell if it was great, horrible, funny, or brilliant. My overriding opinion on it (and as usual I'm probably the last person on the planet to see it) was that the principal actors in it were so worried about singing convincingly that they forgot to do the acting part. I'm a big fan of the conveyance of emotion on film, especially with a tragic story like this one, and boy was I just not feeling it from Helena Bonham Carter. I think she would have been much better cast as the Beggar Woman. And so much of it was like Harry Potter Lite: hey, there's Bellatrix telling her long-lost crush to hide from Snape and Scabbers! That didn't exactly help.My real issue with it is that I'm utterly spoiled. I saw the Broadway production in its first run with Angela Lansbury and Len Cariou, then I saw the touring company in Boston with Angela Lansbury again and George Hearn, and both of those productions were so outstanding that it makes anything else pale in comparison. I mean, Angela Lansbury, come on. (So there really are lots of actors out there who can also sing, I'm just saying.) The luxury of growing up so close to the heart of musical theater in NY has made me a little bit of a snob about it, apparently.
