I tremble with excitement for Tim Burton's upcoming garish adventure into Wonderland, especially because Johnny Depp, Alan Rickman, Helena Bonham Carter, and other fabulous actors are creating what is sure to be a fantastic and freakish take on a classic story. I have a special fondness for "Alice in Wonderland" that stems from seventh grade, when I participated in Hazelbrook Middle School's production of the play as the Mad Hatter. What a goofy and topsy-turvy experience that was, especially the time my mom scheduled us for a dentist appointment the same day that "Alice" toured the elementary schools, so I had to deliver my lines through a seriously novacained face and hope I didn't drool too much. I thoroughly relished my experiences in middle school theater, even though "Alice" clashed with my burning desire to join the jazz band and I had to pine away until the the curtain fell to move on to my next passionate love -
the saxophone.
At any rate, no matter how delighted I am to see Johnny Depp yet again on the big screen, there is just something wrong. I cannot even
look at the babelicious guy from Sleepy Hollow, Edward Scissorhands, and Chocolat in this film, because everytime I catch a glimpse of him I am forced to scream in horror. Johnny Depp and Tim Burton are definitely channeling a different sort of madness in this production! Shudder. I don't know how I will make it through the show, only that somehow I will. I
must. But it's not like they're making it easy.
A seventh-grade me filling the role -or should I say hat? - of the Mad Hatter:
Makeup:
Anticipating curtain call!
A mad, mad, mad, mad teaparty!
"How is a raven like a writing desk?"
I love this picture:
And then, channeling a very different vibe:
1 comment:
Ahhhh--such good memories!!! I wish I'd had enough courage to be in a play. Someday. Someday I will.
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