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Raymundo 2022-03-15 09:01:02
All poor people
Had it not been boring to move to a new home, I think I would have forgotten this movie that I watched 20 minutes before. The reason why I want to watch it is entirely out of my love for Mr. Depp, but I can’t deny that the first half hour of the movie made me a little sleepy. Pu's style keeps...
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Kelsie 2022-04-22 07:01:03
There is no place like London
It's a musical, from the beginning it sings
London, London, the dirty and ugly place, where all the bad bugs and filth are concentrated.
I have always liked to read the story of London at that time.
Smoke Confusion
smells rancid and bloody, evil and charming
Jack the Ripper's trails
Sherlock Holmes...
Laura Meakin
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Raina 2021-10-20 19:01:27
The dark Gothic style loves to death! ! ! ! Tim Burton and Johnny Depp! ! ! ! That is, plasma is used a bit more. . . .
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Madilyn 2022-03-23 09:01:20
It can't be regarded as the best work of Depp and Burton. I am expecting too much, and I am a little disappointed. But Depp's acting skills are impeccable, and the heroine is also very good, not to mention the director, maybe... the problem lies in the script!
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street quotes
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Mrs. Lovett: So what are we gonna do about the boy?
Sweeney Todd: Send him up!
Mrs. Lovett: No, Mr. T. Surely one's enough for today. Besides, I was thinking of hiring the lad to help me run the shop. Your poor knees aren't what they used to be.
Sweeney Todd: All right.
Mrs. Lovett: Of course, we're gonna have to stock up on the gin. Boy's drinking like a sailor.
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Judge Turpin: I have news for you, my friend. In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.
Beadle: Ah, sir, happy news indeed.
Judge Turpin: Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance.
Beadle: [sings] Excuse me, my lord. / May I request, my lord, / Permission, my lord, to speak? / Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, / You're looking less than your best, my lord, / There's powder upon your vest, my lord, / And stubble upon your cheek. / And ladies, my lord, are weak.
Judge Turpin: Stubble, you say? Perhaps I am a little overhasty in the morning.
Beadle: [sings] Fret not though, my lord, / I know a place, my lord, / A barber, my lord, of skill. / Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, / Some eau de cologne to brace my lord / And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, / You'll dazzle the girl until...
Judge Turpin: Until?
Beadle: [sings] She bows to your every will.
