Watched Sweeney Todd this past Friday. When I entered the theater and took my seat, I wasn’t expecting much from the film. (Johnny Depp sings? Laff.) Surprisingly, I found this movie much more entertaining than the intial credit I gave it. While as a musical, it was just okay, it was still a great movie overall. I’m pretty tone deaf, so I can’t judge the singing, but I know enough to say I wasn’t blown away by it. The look was very Burton-esque and fit the movie well, although there were times I wanted to see some blue or green in the midst of all that gray.

There is a lot of blood. The happy kind, not the guts in your face kind. (Unless that stuff gives you the jollies, you sick bastard!) It’s not a gorey movie, so you shouldn’t be worried about being grossed out. The movie definitely has it’s moments, and there were plenty of times the entire audience gave a laugh. The part where Mrs. Lovett imagines scenes of the future with Todd is win. Johnny Depp tends to play “odd” characters, and I guess he must have a knack for them, as he plays his role in this film quite well.

Anyway, it’s a fun movie. Go watch it, even if you don’t typically like musicals.

Side: I saw a trailer for Mamma Mia! (musical based off ABBA songs) before Sweeney Todd started. Saw the actual musical over in NYC and thought it was pretty good. Is it just me, or have movies adapted from musicals started to pop up more often? Seems like after Chicago, they are becoming more popular to film.

By yours truly. Shown during JAC meeting on 1/19. Took a long while to finish.

“Do not eat the Potato Child, for it is not Potato.” – prolly someone great.

If a potato’s been kept around for too long, you will notice some sprouts popping out one day. It just so happened that I had some potatoes that were left to themselves for over a month. I returned to see my potatoes and saw that they were getting quite comfortable in the dark under the kitchen counter. A little too comfortable. While I was away, they had decided to start families and started sprouting all over the place. They had been growing for some time, and some of the sprouts were around 7-8 inches long.

The sprouts did not look too yummy. I snapped them off so I could prepare some potatoes for dinner, but an idea struck me. I figured that the sprout, having come straight from the potato, might taste like a potato as well. I grabbed the longest sprout I saw, gave it a light rinse, and popped the thing in my mouth. My initial reaction was, they were crunchy.

My second reaction? AAHHHGGGHHH!~!!! They tasted angry. The sprout did not taste anything remotely close to a potato. It was bitter, the kind of bitterness you’d get by eating instant coffee with some iron rust flakes. If I had to mention another flavor, I’d say earthy. Luckily, a swig of water washed the taste out, but there was a good long moment where I was chewing away at it, wondering whether I should cry, scream, or both.

If a potato is the adult, then the sprout is definitely the angsty teen. I tasted its rage. So while I doubt most of you would even contemplate such a notion, I warn the curious to not eat potato sprouts.