I’m not going to waste time mincing words. Some things just need to be expressed without the flourish and pomp. The truth is Tim Burton’s take on the classic Legend of Sleepy Hollow was a masterful piece of artistic understatement and impeccable craft — and it may just be his most underrated films.
The general storyline of Sleepy Hollow isn’t vastly different than the legend for which it’s based. Mr. Ichabod Crane — played with alarming precision and elegant detail by Johnny Depp — is still a lanky man with a frightful streak that you wouldn’t believe. He’s still squeamish around all things creepy, including insects and blood. He still has a deep seated interest and subsequent repulsion with wicked folklore. However, his character this time around is that of an eccentric constable instead of the popular school teacher. He’s come to Sleepy Hollow to solve a string of seemingly unsolved cases in which the subjects are victims of vicious, freak crimes of beheading. The twisted horror of these cases: the detached heads are never found at the crime scene.
There are some films that I’ve seen in my lifetime that don’t require egregiously long explications of their grandeur. Some films just take everything that you know about yourself and shift them ever so slightly to the left, proving that even the lives of fictional characters can impact the way you see the world.
Powder does a masterful job of not only giving the members of the audience a chance to explore the different facets of their own respective personalities, it also stresses the importance of that individuality.
In as much time as it takes me to realize that something spectacular is happening to me, a soundtrack that paints the shade of my dreams in pink in purple blasts its way into my psyche. Such was the case when I fed my curiosity and finally purchased Pink Floyd’s ode to the long-form music video, The Wall.
Truth be told, I’m not quite sure the exact moment when I totally gave up any pretence of living a completely vanilla lifestyle, but I can guarantee that the memory of it is nestled somewhere in the scenes that unfolded before my eyes as I watched this film.