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R/£ REVENGE AND OBSESSION
Burton's dark vision of destructive furyDecember 08, 2007 Edition 1
Kirk Honeycutt
It's 19th century London and everyone is singing, but when arterial blood sprays from the opened throat of Signor Adolfo Pirelli, you know this is no My Fair Lady.
Stephen Sondheim's award-winning musical Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, a savage tale of cannibalism, madness and serial murder, is now Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd. The show couldn't have fallen into better hands. With realistic gore replacing the stylistic bloodletting in the stage version, Sweeney' loses some of its darkly comic tone - not a lot of laughs here except the nervous kind.
More akin to Burton's Sleepy Hollow, where heads rolled like so many bowling balls, his Sweeney Todd places its emphasis on Grand Guignol and the deeply human story of twice-lost love and the horrifying destructiveness of revenge.
It took two studios, Paramount and Warner Bros, to share the considerable risk of making and marketing this tragic tale that defies so many conventions of the American musical. It will be a challenge to find a substantial audience despite the Burton and Sondheim brands along with a cast that includes Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter and Sacha Baron Cohen.
Sweeney Todd comes from an obscure British melodrama, which might have been based on true 18th century events, about a deranged barber who slit customers' throats and his landlady who served the victims up in meatpies.
Sondheim's 1979 show took place during the Industrial Revolution and its rampant corruption and avarice. More satiric opera than musical, Sweeney Todd blended a number of theatrical and literary modes, making the show at once Brechtian, Dickensian and Jacobean. Sondheim acknowledges the influence of the film music of Bernard Herrmann even as he throws in a Viennese waltz or music hall burlesque.
Burton and writer John Logan take all this as a gift, which is filtered through Burton's own unrepentant sense of the macabre. Except for imaginary sequences or flashbacks to happier days, the film has a monochromatic look. Depp and Bonham Carter dress in stark dark clothes with black circles around the eyes.
In choosing actors who can carry a tune as opposed to singing-actors, Burton has wisely gone for the tragic heart of the story, narrowing the focus to Sweeney; Mrs Lovett, the meatpie lady, plagued by unrequited love for Sweeney; and Toby (Edward Sanders, who has a striking voice), the urchin who assists but is innocent of the pie's ingredients.
Depp is the movie's heart and guts. His Sweeney, nee Benjamin Barker, having escaped false imprisonment in Australia after 15 years, is ruled by revenge upon his return to London. Presented with his razors, which Mrs Lovett (Bonham Carter) has lovingly guarded all these years, he grasps a blade with his firm right hand. "At last, my arm is complete again,'' he thunders.
His homicidal rage centres on Judge Turpin (a dour Alan Rickman), a vile sexual predator who had Benjamin arrested by henchman Beadle Bamford (a smarmy Timothy Spall) so he can steal Benjamin's wife (Laura Michelle Kelly) and baby daughter.
Sweeney learns that his wife poisoned herself and Turpin, who took the baby as his ward, lusts after the now grown woman Johanna (a wan Jayne Wisener). Anthony (Jamie Campbell Bower), a young sailor who rescued Sweeney at sea, now longs to do likewise for Johanna on land.
Thus, a triangle of obsessed characters emerges. Depp plays Sweeney as a man so focused on death, so committed to blood, that he has lost all touch with life. Bonham Carter's amoral Lovett, her hair apparently combed with an egg beater, is obsessed with Sweeney. She imagines an impossible life with him without realising he is unmoored from any reality.
The judge, hungering after young women, is the film's disappointment. Onstage, the man struggled with his obsession, longing to regain his goodness. Here he is a stock melodramatic villain who lacks any ideals other than those of self-interest.
Sanders' Toby is a street kid who turns out to possess a moral compass the adults so sorely lack. Baron Cohen as Pirelli, the barber's first victim, is surprisingly muted.
The musical numbers ooze with Sondheim's audacious wit and scathing lyrics. A lullaby conveys menace. A waltz celebrates conspiracy. Cynicism runs through all the songs' social critique.
The blood juxtaposed to the music is highly unsettling. It runs contrary to expectations. Burton pushes this gore into his audiences' faces so as to feel the madness and the destructive fury of Sweeney's obsession. Teaming with Depp, his long-time alter ego, Burton makes Sweeney a smouldering dark pit of fury and hate that consumes itself. With his sturdy acting and surprisingly good voice, Depp is a Sweeney Todd for the ages. - Reuters
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