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too much

Charlie and the chocolate factory was just too much. Too much colors and too much action and just too much too much too much. Go ahead and watch it, and be sure to watch it in the theater, because then you will know what I am talking about. It was like being stuck inside a kaleidoscope for two hours that was being shaken by the most aggravated prisoner in an insane asylum, who instead of his trazodone was given about a gram and a half of methamphetamine by mistake. I just realized that sentence doesn't help anyone understand anything, so I'll add that it was all spinny and colorful and meaningless. The music was better in the original. The oompa loompas have been conveniently (PC-wise) replaced by one guy who is digitally reproduced maybe a thousand times, and the words to the songs are sometimes rendered inaudible by the surrounding din, which is both effects and psychotically swelling music. It may be that this movie was done too well, which sounds dumb, but there is absolutely nothing left to the imagination... no that's the wrong expression.

In this version of Charlie and the chocolate factory, there is no organic flow. The old version had Verucha picking her nose; something you might see a child doing. Although Tim Burton does at times have victorious moments of highlighting people's weak points (two of the kids and one of their parents are about to go for your throat, all teeth, with chalky, frightening smiles reminiscent of Rudolph, the son of a guy I know) the characters come off corporeally disconnected. Depp's character is too flaming, in much the same way his pirates of the Carribean character is. I wish he and Tim Burton would just hook up and have gay sex and get it over with. Gene Wilder gave me the creeps, Johnny Depp gives me the annoyeds.

This movie was just go, go , go, in such a way that makes me afraid for anyone who is not alarmed and exhausted by watching it. No offense to anyone who enjoyed it.

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