Warning: Do not, I mean DO NOT, eat before or during the movie Sweeney Todd.

I almost threw up after the movie yesterday. I knew it was M18 but I didn't expect it to be so...graphic. The blood was suspiciously high-pressured, like after Mr T slit the throats, they were like...Eve in the toilet!!! (Ha ha ha, only Eve will get the joke) And wouldn't it be strange if you're a guy and as usual, you just went to your kindly old barber and then he starts serenading to you about beautiful women..? And you started singing back to him? And the two of you continue warbling at the top of your voice whilst your barber holds his razor dangerously close to your throat??

Maybe that's just the 19th century.

Boy am I glad not to be borne in that era.

But yah, seriously, don't eat any before, during or even after the show.