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Thursday, AwOOOOOOOO, Werewolves of London (thanks, Julia!). Jesus. Stopped off at Boots to get some shampoo and conditioner, and picked up their proprietory Tea Tree stuff. Smells like mint, stings a bit, makes my hair stand straight out from my head (and that's with the conditioner). I look like I have Pyramid Hair. It's truly frightening. Finally managed to oversleep -- I levitated out of bed this morning at 9:00 am (when the class starts, funnily enough) and leapt into clothes, firing out the door faster than a speeding football player. Class? The same. We did dynamic graphics, rollovers, onMouseOvers and onMouseOuts, and then segued into database links. Such fun. Okay, I AM learning a lot, and I'm glad I took the class. But my brain hurts, and I'm fresh out of enthusiasm. Besides, it's more fun to talk about the movies. 
Yup, Sleepy Hollow. Complete with Johhny Depp looking wanly handsome as a precious, picky, somewhat cowardly Ichabod Crane, 19th Century Cop. Yeah, cop -- like I said, Burton rewote it in spots. However, it hangs together well enough -- the cast (including the always marvelous Christopher Lee, and Christopher Walken in his first all-grunting role) was good, the numerous decapitations were strikingly realistic (the things they can do with computers these days, tsk tsk), and Depp's foppish humor was exactly what you'd expect from someone who was constantly being splattered ith blood. It isn't Edward Scissorhands, but it's fun nonetheless. And I just found out that Ray Park, he of the devilish makeup and double-headed lightsabre in Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, handled the swordwork for the Horseman (Rob Inch and Walken played the horse-riding and headed versions). I knew I recognized that fighting style from somewhere!
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Last night, a modern Catholic fantasy wrought from the brain of Kevin Smith. Tonight, a classic American lit-ra-chure tale revamped (and completely rewritten in spots) courtesy of Tim Burton.
One thing, though -- I still can't get over Christina Ricci as a blonde, especialy since her eyebrows kept changing color all through the movie (from an acceptable wispy brown to "Bernice, I think ya left the bleach on too long, here!") There are some brunettes who can carry off an abrupt transfer to blonde ethereality -- Christina, God love her, isn't one of them. I kept wondering if Kirsten Dunst had backed out at the last moment or something. And isn't Depp old enough to be Ricci's father, if he'd gotten an early start? From Wynona to Christina. Oh, Hollywood, you sweet abuser of innocents.