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tealinI haven't mentioned Disney's latest animated release on this blog because I am incapable of being objective about it. When it comes to Tangled (formerly Rapunzel) I have what some like to call 'a troubled history,' and others simply sum up as 'issues.' These are of an entirely personal nature and have little or nothing to do with the actual content of the film, rather my experience with its creation, and so aren't relevant to any other member of the audience, and my going on about them would benefit no one (even if I were allowed to do so).
Instead I will tell you about a droll association: I first started at Disney just after Sweeney Todd had been released, and around the time the DVD came out I was working on an animation test with one of the characters in Rapunzel. I had very little time to do what turned out to be some very challenging animation, so I spent some very late nights at the studio slaving away at it while listening to the movie on my computer (and turning around to watch my favourite parts). I often could be found stalking the hallways of Rapunzel art in the wee hours while whistling 'Johanna: Reprise,' a Happy Working Song if ever I heard one. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that the two films became inextricably linked in my mind, but I didn't notice it until they changed direction on the movie and I found myself with a sudden, intense, irrational craving for some Sondheim/Burton bloodletting.
I guess they share a certain preoccupation with hair ...
I saw the finished Tangled on Saturday. On Sunday I watched Sweeney Todd again. It seemed only appropriate.
Instead I will tell you about a droll association: I first started at Disney just after Sweeney Todd had been released, and around the time the DVD came out I was working on an animation test with one of the characters in Rapunzel. I had very little time to do what turned out to be some very challenging animation, so I spent some very late nights at the studio slaving away at it while listening to the movie on my computer (and turning around to watch my favourite parts). I often could be found stalking the hallways of Rapunzel art in the wee hours while whistling 'Johanna: Reprise,' a Happy Working Song if ever I heard one. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that the two films became inextricably linked in my mind, but I didn't notice it until they changed direction on the movie and I found myself with a sudden, intense, irrational craving for some Sondheim/Burton bloodletting.
I guess they share a certain preoccupation with hair ...
I saw the finished Tangled on Saturday. On Sunday I watched Sweeney Todd again. It seemed only appropriate.
