Finny!’s review published on Letterboxd:
''You'd kill me boy?! Here I stand!''
This film is great when it's Johnny Depp singing about how much he loves murder, going apeshit, splattering himself in blood, and then having a meltdown and falling into fantasy.
This film is awful when it's Helena Bonham Carter being unable to sing or act, and Anya Taylor Boy singing about some girl he saw through a window.
At least Alan Rickman knew exactly what movie he was in.