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Content Dictates Form And Style.

I'm Before Him On My Knees, And He Kisses Me He Assumes I Lose My Reason And I Do. Men Are Stupid, Men Are Vain, Love's Disgusting, Love's Insane, A Humiliating Business-oh How True.

Friendship, Obligation And Greed Are Not Good Enough Reasons To Write Anything.

Johnny Depp's Performance Is Quite Remarkable. Sweeney's Desire For Revenge And The Simmering Anger And Hurt That He Feels Carry The Story Forward, And Johnny Finds The Most Remarkable Variety Within That Narrow Set Of Emotions. The Intensity Is At A Boil All The Time And He Never Drops It. It's Real Anger.

By The Time I Was 22, I Was A Professional. A Young And Flawed Professional, But Not An Amateur.