Once, many years ago I heard someone spoken of as scary sexy.
It's never how I thought of the part of Sweeney Todd, despite the number of productions I've seen in varous cities around the world.
Of course, like all of us, I'd heard that Mr. D. was going to play the part in the movie. Now it's not for lack of imagination, but given that I'd never seen ST as an object of desire it didn't occur to me that when J.D. took on the role that his own smoldering sensuality would be imparted to the part.
And then I saw this poster.
OMG. And duh.
That said, the film version of A Little Night Music, despite an all star cast, was a complete disaster. So I am nervous.
And lets be clear — ST is not exactly mainstream entertainment. Or for that matter music that's pleasant. The monotonous melody drills into your skull like Steve Martin's sadistic dentist in Little Shop of Horrors.
But somehow, seeing this poster, and the photo below, I am excited. And I don't mean aroused. I mean eager and thrilled at how this translation to film may really work in ways that a Broadway musical hasn't seen in years.
Don't talk to me about Hairspray, It's fun and wonderful and I love it, but it is made for the screen since it
is completely self aware and filled with winks — ST should have none of this if it is to work. In fact, it can show the cesspool that was VIctorian London in ways we've never seen on film:
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it..."
Just the perfect film for the holidays, eh? Works for me. Thanks to Tom and Steven for sending this on.
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