A Feminist's Take on: "Into The Woods".

This is not your run-of-the-mill, straight off the conveyor belt, musical. This family reunion of all our favorite Disney fairytales could have easily been another, long drawn out infomercial-- a hit and run of sorts-- that would have inundated one's senses with all the nuances we have come to know and love from the mouse factory. However, Muses be warned, this musical isn't for the faint of heart. And, for that matter, I wouldn't suggest bringing any child under the age of 13 to this film unless you expect to have a lot of explaining to do!

Steven Sondheim's dark retelling of all the Brother's Grimm classics is just that: dark, moody and wrought with humor that would make your fairy godmother cringe. Evil stepsister's chopping off their heels to make the glass slipper fit? Check. Prince Charming hitting on a happily married, and newly-minted mother/baker's wife/main female protagonist? Double check. With those familiar with the real stories the Disney animated films are based off of, all of this is just as it should be... and even provides a few laughs along the way. For your 8-year-old daughter, however, it's the stuff of nightmares and maybe even therapy. Pop in the Frozen DVD instead. Trust me.

Meryl Streep brings a sympathetic glow to what could have easily been another evil witch role: making the greasy-haired and long nailed she-creature both independent and bitingly honest. The witch does what she has to in order to survive... moral compass be damned. Johnny Depp is at his character-actor best; wearing a full-fledged wolf suit complete with matching cuff links. He gnaws at his lines for a demure 15 minutes or so...just long enough to not out stay his welcome.

All in all, I liked this film more than I thought was possible. The singing was actually enjoyable and the off-kilter humor fit right in with my Tim Burton-esque leanings. It showcases the debilitating obsession this society has with beauty. Not to mention the undo pressure this obsession puts on women in general-- even those that exist within this fairytale-esque world-- the effects are clear. We
will do whatever it takes to fit in at the ball, and yet is it worth the risk? Especially if Prince Charming has the IQ of a moss covered rock and a straying eye, Sondheim asks? The answer is clear as the characters struggle to stray from their respective paths in order to defeat the witch, slay the giant-- and then continue on their merry way towards their "happily ever after" ending.

I would highly suggest this musical for anyone who is a fan of Sondheim's original stage play. Or, any adult looking for a modern retelling showcasing all these classic characters at their comic best.

A Love Letter to Mr. Johnny Depp

I know what this looks like; an impassioned, oblivious note of gush-worthy proportions. With a side of stalker. But I can assure you, my dear Muses, that my intentions are pure. No, really, they are. He is an actor who needs no introduction, his body of work speaks for itself and, most likely, more eloquently than I can. But yet, here I am, giving it a go regardless. Depp is a Muse simply because he is… he refuses to fit into any mold what so ever. He exists in an entirely different plane of creativity. A true patron of the arts, if you will, he doesn't seem to realize any cookie cutter role for himself; he is not merely the broody bad boy, the villain or the comedic actor. He embodies all three of these and has even created some molds all his own!

Consider Edward Scissorhands, for instance. How do you begin to characterize that creation? Both comedic, tragic and real all the same time. Yes, I said real. There is nothing more honest and vulnerable than the silent-movie qualities of dear old Edward. I could go into great detail about how technically awesome his portrayal was. But, I'll get a tad more personal than that. That movie has always touched me on a personal level. Who hasn't felt lost and alone, rudderless in this big and wide world? Or, at the very least, like an outsider? Edward is all of these things and yet, he refuses to change. Why should he, I asked myself as I was growing up with this movie on constant repeat. He is perfect and beautiful and pure… the world should be more like him. He touches the lives of a few and then disappears; going back to his isolated castle where he realizes that, being alone is it's own freedom after all.

That is only one example, and there is a long line of other creations from his internal factory, waiting in the wings. Literally too many to list here lest this turns into a 100 page thesis on his overall breed of creativity. He is a true chameleon, doing whatever it takes to dive into his roles. But, I am no critic. I am just a humble and
 loving fan. I rarely watch interviews because there is a certain repetitive nature to the questions being asked. That and, let's face the one reality here: we will never know him. I can only know him for that briefest of moments when he is projected in character form; like a living canvas on the screen for about two hours. But, in a way that is his gift to us. A small piece of himself, frozen in time forever so we can enjoy it over and over again. The Mad Hatter, Captain Jack Sparrow, Barnabas Collins, Ed Wood and countless others. They are ours to enjoy at our leisure.

So, as Mr. Depp stands on the eve of another movie release, I find myself holding my breath. As always, the trailer looks completely amazing. Trailers usually do. Transcendence, they say, is a "departure" for Depp because it is a marketable movie. Expectations seem high, but regardless if whether it's a hit or not, Depp probably isn't terribly worried. Despite all the commentary and judgement… all the haters who wait poised for failure, he has always, and ever been himself. He makes no apologies, and furthermore seems to genuinely not care. Well, I'm sure he cares… and if you happen to stumble upon this letter, Mr. Depp I want you to know, that I know, that you know…. wait what?

Oh my, it seems I've confused myself... oh well. He gets the picture. And if he doesn't, he can feel free
to drop me an email and I'll be more than happy to clear it up for him. Ecstatic, in fact. My simple point is: there is not enough said about how inspirational his journey is. He has been, and always  will be, himself. If you don't like it, then there are a multitude of other actors out there to gush over. He is respectful in his indifference. In many ways, he jumped off the conveyor belt some ways back, and decided to trail his own path through the bumpy roads ahead. Sink or swim, it's been his journey. In a lot of ways, he's proved that you can achieve success, and even fame for that matter,  while still  maintaining who he is. Being different is not a liability, he insists, aren't we all different and weird in our own ways, anyway? Shouldn't we just embrace that about ourselves?

I endeavor always to try. And for that, I'd like to thank him: thank you, sir, for making it just a flea's breath easier for the rest of us. Oh, and good luck on that little movie, Transcendence, coming out April, 18th.