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[Jan. 1st, 2008|09:35 am] |
Happy new year, everyone!
Good lord, a new year and I still haven't accomplished anything. As I told ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jmtorres, the way to avoid the holiday blues is to keep in a low-grade but constant state of apathetic gloom throughout the entire month of December, rather like keeping a nagging cold for weeks in order to not get some more serious illness. Not to say that it wasn't a nice holiday--I got some lovely gifts, including my own copy of the Encyclopedia of Fantastic Victoriana, so I can finally stop entertaining ideas of how to spirit away the library's copy. I just didn't care about any of it, including Yuletide, which seems wrong.
dunkle_feuer, I did get the package, and thank you very much for all the lovely things in it! I have no idea when it arrived, since I didn't get home to check the mail until recently, but it made a wonderful post-holiday treat. (Also, I saw a trailer for the remake of One Missed Call and went :P at it in your honor.)
Finally got to see Sweeney Todd yesterday, after being stuck in a town without a theater for over a week. Less funny and more serious than I hoped, but I don't think anyone could have expected a better adaptation and I liked it well enough. (And it's not like there aren't plenty of films of the stage versions, too.) I am as stupid musically as I am about everything else, so overall I was not going "auuuuuugh!" at the singing--though I admit to twitching at the absence of several lines and the chorus parts. Really, the most annoying part was the final scene when the color of the blood suddenly seemed ludicrously bright--the buckets of the stuff had been all right before then, but at that moment all I could think of was the "Quite a bit of blood!"/"Quite a bit of red tempera paint!" bit from MST3K.
Unfortunately I'd forgotten tenacity with which the some of the songs tend to linger in my brain; "A Little Priest" isn't quite as sticky as "Springtime for Hitler", but it probably gets you just as many odd looks if you walk around singing it under your breath. Still, it's a good excuse to pull out the CD of the stage production, and just in time too, because in my gloom I've been playing nothing but the "Queen of the Night" aria over and over for days. I can't help but think that would be a bad sign for the new year. |
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