And that's not to mention Depp, while adding yet another be-make-up'd freak to his CV, manages to turn this serial killer (Barnabus murders around twenty innocent
people over the course of the movie) into someone quite relatable.
Far more delicate - seeming in
person than on the screen, Ms. Swinton is dressed in a loose brown shirt that she'll pull
over her legs, knees folded against her chest, several times during the
course of our conversation — a charming, almost alarmingly childlike pose from an actress I most readily associate with ferocious, audacious turns in Derek Jarman's free - verse celluloid poetry and best -
of - bad -
movie appearances in everything from Vanilla Sky to The Beach to The Statement.
I really liked spending time with these
people despite how uncomfortable things become
over the
course of The Anniversary Party; I only wish it didn't pan out so much like a
movie.