By Julie Denice Griffin
There was a barber and his wife, and she was virtuous...
"She would fall so soft, so young, so beautiful. Oh, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know ~ There's a hole in the world of a great black pit, and it's filled with shit, and the people of the world inhabit it." After a long journey at sea, Johnnie Depp who plays the now older husband Sweeney Todd, who encounters many things after losing his wife to a most treacherous man, his life turned topsy turvy. The boy who he encounters upon entering dry land after a quite a long time, a dark-headed toehead boy who actually with white hair on black, many elixers notwithstanding and with great lack of chivalry and Excalibur on the part of his magician headmaster, one barber of Fleet Street rescues the child and along with a dark woman encompass to begin his business.
A Time-Warner production, the long withstanding broadway play style story, Mr. Depp simply exudes a certain and interesting character here. Quite out of his usual kind context however as you do not typically imagine Depp as the happy murderer, the film which perfect for the Halloween holiday season however, bringing a whole new meaning to art and high art. A wonderful serial killer personae of the terror tragi-lapse, if only to peer over the edge of a Dickens' kaleidoscope of imaginative depth, Depp just brings out the best regarding drama here. Such greys and blues set against a pearl white world, and one homeless woman, no man who wise or who does see misses the continual neck deep slicings as the barber of Fleet Street removes each violator of deserved revenge of his person previous from the scene of the town one by one.
Should you perhaps find yourself in a great suspense throughout the film, a soul mate there appears at sundry and random times for the serial killer barber. But it is the greater mystery that he does not seem to recognize her until the very end. It is as if there is something that he thinks he senses that he knows he possibly knew he once knew.
A vague presentational motif not easily disputed, the Barber of Fleet Street, so careful to slaughter each enemy with that concise incision right out of life and as if to expound on a more psychological literary critique, Johnnie seems ever the Freud on Shakespeare, Jing on Joyce, Edel on Hawthorne and even the Lerner on Dostoevsky here.
And so to many, the horror film which displays a man so representative of the perfect genre of vigilante punishment of each former and dark member who only scathed and scarred the society of a popular city, London, the home of both stranglers and the daily humble alike, the play on violence likely has a long death of many other hidden darkness of entertainment critique symbolics. And while others earned their heinous and torturous death, with eyes smiling while the writhing of their bodies dying danced on the wind of the day of the story ~ Whether by sky or by grave, each undesirable a more mercenary Johnnie whisked away to a dark and foreboding dungeon down below, the fire they earned grew meat on the bone of a good one later.
The kind Barber of Fleet Street, ever to know honor all of his days, who along with another entreupenerial merry killer, despite, this dark one soon becomes a dead black widow, and at least although she did not get paid by the hour, she at least enjoyed her great and stolen wealth whilst still alive. But, as Bob Seger, as frequently noted in his generous lifetime, there are just some by fate who they got the fire down below. And thank goodness, Depp the master of Chocolat waxed so glad to oblige. A fitting and lovely meat pie for such a time as this. Waste not. Want not. Without pennies charged, the closest shave you'll ever know. Gravely enough, each death which the Barber of Fleet Street did so kindly bestow, met with the better merriment, and esconced a lessor charge on each dead one after as a by far of the other way, and almost to say of the much gentler result, Just Because We Can.
King of himself and Lord of life and death, No lessor throne; I have borne me as a god. Avenging on my nearest blood the sin that brought me shameful to the shameless light. I have not faltered, nor turned back at all, nor moved my purpose for a moment's thought. Nor will I now.