My Millennial forced me to watch this. It was painful. DARK< DARK<DARK. Dark limelight 24/7, casting a dark plot for the sake of darkness: children getting killed, bleeding trees, eyeless witches, yuuuuck!
My balcony says it was "suspenseful," and they agree with the "dark feel throughout"--which is supposed to be a good thing for them. I knew it, they thought the flow of blood was well, funny. It was all but that, as the darkness just got darker. To me, that's not suspense in itself.
Seems like Johnny Depp (Ichabod Crane) was exploring another weird character, a hit-and-miss vocation. He looks dead himself with all the pale makeup, but his acting gave it a permanent morbid hue. In the end, Christopher Walken makes a lame bad guy, also tarnishing his credits.
I couldn't finish it. My thirteen year old was beginning to flinch, and I was beginning to puke. I have to give it a knee at the 20 yard line, Touchback, for my older teenager that really liked it.
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