The Froth

I watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory last night. During the intermission everybody was rushing to buy chocolate. It’s an amazing movie that combines some big loves of mine: Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, Roald Dahl and chocolate. It’s a magical film where you almost forget this is Johnny Depp you are watching. And the singing Oompa-Loompas had me rolling on the floor laughing. One of my favourite moments in the movie is where Willy says to the kids who have visited his factory:

"Everything in this room is eatable. Even I’m eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies." And when Willy tells the kids about a new kind of candy that makes people grow a beard, Mike Teavee, the geeky boy who always plays videogames, tells him, "Who wants a beard?" and Willy Wonka answers: "Well, beatniks for one, folk singers and motorbike riders. Y’know. All those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It’s in the fridge, daddy-o! Are you hip to the jive? Can you dig what I’m layin’ down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!" And a last one Willy Wonka says, because I don’t want to spoil it for people who haven’t seen it: "Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It’s made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!"