I Admit It: I Liked Dark Shadows


I went to see Dark Shadows this weekend. With one reservation (I’ll get to that later), I enjoyed it. If you appreciate a twisty sense of humor, have a healthy ability to suspend disbelief, love Tim Burton or Johnny Depp, you will probably like this movie.

My older daughter is a rabid Tim Burton fan (which is the reason I was dragged to the theater on an opening weekend to see a film I was only mildly interested in). She ferrets out little whisps of rumor on the internet and obsesses for months until his next new film is released. Needless to say, she counted down the time until we saw Dark Shadows. As expected, she loved it.

How to describe the latest Tim Burton/Johnny Depp collaboration? Well, here’s my attempt:

It has the “boy loves girl, boy loses girl, boy wins girl back (sort of)” story line and also the “aristocrat spurns servant lover who turns him into a vampire and takes slow, financial revenge on his descendants” as well as the one about the “long-lost relative returns and rebuilds the family fortune.”

Each character of the ensemble has his/her backstory and agenda which causes problems for everyone else.

Throw in over-the-top acting (Johnny Depp’s mannerisms are hysterical), the most bizarre revenge-sex scene (without nudity) ever captured on film, an iconic appearance of a famous aging rocker, and plop it down into the asthetically appalling 1970s.

In other words, you have a friggin’ soap opera.

It’s amazing the number of film critics who don’t get that.

Now, we come to the reservation part.

This recycling of old movies or tv shows that Hollywood insists on churning out lately pisses me off. Don’t Hollywood execs understand this alienates the original fans and a large segment of everyone else is simply lost?

I must confess I watched only a couple episodes of the original Dark Shadows as a teenager and it didn’t appeal to me. But I can imagine the original fans might be upset by the radical changes made to their beloved story. I’ve got to say, though, that in anyone else’s hands, Dark Shadows could have become another Dukes of Hazzard or Starsky and Hutch.

*shudder*

I love Tim Burton’s creativity. His style is distinctive. It’s fun, colorful, clever and a bit warped. Oh, ok, maybe a lot warped.

However, I do miss his more original movies like A Nightmare Before Christmas and Beetlejuice.

No, Dark Shadows isn’t for everyone. But if you need a light-hearted laugh and don’t mind a little campy, soapy fun, there are worse ways to spend a couple hours.

Deep-Fried and Loving Jane Austen

My youngest was home today with a stomach bug. After spending the day dashing up and down stairs, cleaning and re-cleaning, and answering The Summons too many times to remember, by late afternoon my mind was fried.

Deep-fried.

So, for the first time in days, I flitted about on the web, finding all kinds of mind-numbing stuff:

Tantalizing clues to the season-ending episodes of my favorite tv shows like Castle. But they didn’t have anything on the series-ending episode of Stargate Universe! They’re really workin’ it too – I cried during this weeks’ episode. The End is coming…sniff.

The powers that be are going ahead with Three and a Half Men without Charlie Sheen. (Please, somebody, make him just go away!)

Then, I ran across a quiz. 

No, not “Who’s your favorite ‘Jersey Shore’ personality?” or  ”Would you rather be a: Vampire, Half-Vampire, Werewolf, or Human?” or “Do you think Lady Gaga is a man or a woman?” (There are people out there with WAY too much time on their hands.)

It was a “Which Austen heroine are you?” quiz.

I love Jane Austen’s novels. Love the snarkiness underneath the proper British manners. Love her ridiculous comic characters.

I’ve also seen so many of the movie versions, I have favorites: Pride and Prejudice with Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth (my all-time favorite), Persuasion with Amanda Root and Ciaran Hinds, Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson, and Emma with Kate Beckinsale. Hmm. I might have to dig out the DVDs.

Anyway. I HAD to take the survey.

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A Few of My Favorite Things

Periodically, I find myself giving in to one of those crazy human peculiarities to complain.  About my hair.  About my kids.  About my weight.  About the fact that the world seems to be going to Hell in a handbasket.  You know, that sort of thing. 

It used to be I really didn’t notice when I was getting on one of these kicks.  My husband was the one who finally woke me up to the fact that I was pretty miserable to those around me during one of my “moods.”  Guess what?  Now I have a teenage daughter and the tables have turned. (Mom, if you read this, let me just tell you now: I’m incredibly, deeply sorry.)

It may seem simplistic and trite, but I have a couple things I’ve started doing to jolly myself out of ”the mean reds.” I either think about folks who have it way worse than me (such as children with life-threatening diseases or the poor people in the fishing industry in the Gulf of Mexico) or think about or do something I love.  Today, I prefer to dwell on the latter. 

Now if only I could get my teenager to understand this….

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