I’ve been making a point to catch up on the Johnny Depp catalog lately as he’s becoming one of my favorite sexy, sexy actor-mans. His role in this film as voice talent was quite well done, except he accidentally married a dead chick. That always sucks, much like this film, which although beautifully animated and an original Tim Burton classic, lacked at least three things I usually look for in a film: someone getting killed, non-animated boobies, and lots and lots – and lots – of not singing. Not that I look for the boobies. But pixelated cleavage is definitely not appreciated in my book-o-stuff. And let’s be frank; singing is for aspiring Gospel and Country artists at the local fair – not for movies. If I wanted to watch people singing a bunch of music I’d travel back in time to hear the sweet sounds of Jermaine and Tito Jackson of the Jackson 5. Speaking of five’s, this movie did not get one. It got a 2 and 1/2, which is much less.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 at 5:28 pm and is filed under C.