I forgive Tim Burton. (I cursed him earlier for directing my dreams as written by L Ron Hubbard a while ago, and that, you know, just really isn't what I wanted to do, but it's difficult to curse a dead man.)
I could forgive him for, pretty much, um, anything and everything short of...um...gimme a minute, I'll think of something.
But I am in love. (yes, of course with The Boy. this is a different kind of love.)
I just bought the Sweeney Todd soundtrack.
Johnny Depp. Helene Bonham Carter. other quite nice actor/singers.
and Alan Rickman.
not even the lingering spectre of my unfinished physics lab can wipe the sillyfool grin off my face.
'cos it's Sweeney Todd. and Alan Rickman.