Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Tod Slaughter was England's answer to Lugosi and Karloff. Where Bela and Boris often showed great dramatic range, Tod Slaughter comes from the era of Victorian style theatrics. Not since John Wilkes Booth's "Sic Semper....." bit, have we seen such 19th century style scenary chewing. But, this is a horror film about a killer barber, so we're here to be entertained. That's what Tod does, keeps us entertained, with his grand delivery (Whenever he corrects his little boy helper. "I once knew a little boy who spoke a bit... too ....... much!") and gestures (Tod, as Sweeney Todd, is always grinding his hands, and giving with that enormous, evil, braying laugh.) Rhino Video has released the film on video, and it's well worth the rental. I wish Tod did more movies!

When UK Channel 4 first showed this in the '80's I couldn't initially figure out what they were playing at with such a cheap creaker. But I quickly got sucked into its murky realms, more importantly got into the spirit of the thing and enjoyed it immensely. It's not essential but hissing, booing, stamping your feet and cheering in the right places would help too. Over the years they showed lots of Tod Slaughter's other barnstorming efforts for the Quota-Quickie (George) King, but none turned out as satisfying overall as this is. I'm glad to see it's out there on DVD just in case they never show it again.

Sweeney Todd is an avaricious lecherous conniving violent barber who thinks he is a "tender-hearted chicken" and who has two sidelines: polishing off his customers well and helping the next door shop's production of meat pies. First sensationalised in a play in Victorian times it was supposed to be based on fact; nowadays they're content just to rip you off and not to pieces. Hairy Bruce Seton was the goodie in love with the capitalist's lovely daughter whom Sweeny Todd also actively coveted. Slaughter's performance is a masterclass of Victorian melodrama, no one else ever intentionally equalled him on film – if you let him he can replace any derision with admiration for such a marvellously over the top melodramatic performance … and his razor-like wit. Same as with the cannibalism the moustache twirling was only implied. His was a style of acting that had died away with the Edwardians but was deliberately continued by him over the following decades, much to the delight of the many theatre audiences who saw him and who interacted with him accordingly. The sweetly melancholic and insistent background music reminds you that you are watching a nostalgic portrayal of a dead world, which would have provided an indescribable frisson to the older members of the original audience watching it at the cinema who perhaps might have first seen the play 50 years before. Slaughter managed to play Todd on stage over 4000 times, but died at age 71 in 1956 just after performing Maria Marten or the Murder In The Red Barn at the Derby Hippodrome – now under threat of demolition. I won't ever be watching the new musical because the words "gruesome gory graphic violence" cropped up in reviews – why waste my short time left on Earth being debased?

So: an ultra cheaply but lovingly made nostalgic tongue in cheek melodrama – a unique priceless treasure indeed.

Karloff aSt the Monster, Lee and Lugosi as the Count, Lon Chaney jr as the Wolfman, Cushing as the Baron and Tod as Fleet Street's most notorious barber! Certain horror stars are destined to be associated with certain roles and Mr slaughter would forever be identified with Sweeney Todd. Provincial theatregoers and the outlying suburbs of London could be guaranteed a welter of blood - or beetroot juice - whenever Tod came to town for a 2-week residency. By the 30's, he was established as a star turn, having British B films built around him - his old-school melodramas being mostly rewritten from their stage versions to prominently feature him - see Jeffrey Richards excellent article on Slaughter in the book THE UNKNOWN 30'S.

Despite the distancing device of a prologue and epilogue in a modern barbers, the film holds up extremely well. The sailor's battle with the natives at Trader Patterson's shows the grasp of the film's budget exceeding its reach. But all the staples of Victorian melodrama are present - the villain, the hero and heroine, the older man (usually a disapproving Father of the heroine) and a comic couple. Modern day audiences may feel decidedly queasy about the film's maltreatment of Tobias Wragg. Threatened and intimidated by Todd, cheerfully guzzling down god-knows-what in Mrs Lovatt's pies and forced to wear the heroine's clothes - he must have grown into an adult certifiable for treatment. The ending is contrived with Johanna rushing - unconvincingly disguised as a boy - to Sweeney's barbershop and being left to perish in the flames as the villain covers his tracks. Even more unlikely is the way Sweeney stays to watch his emporium go up in flames instead of fleeing with his riches, then rushing in for an ill-advised fight with Jack Ingestre (who adopts a convincing Yorkshire accent for his farmer disguise). The tipping chair was adopted to prevent us actually seeing any throat slitting but it results in a suitably ironic finale as the unconscious Todd is despatched to the inferno below. There is now an official Tod Slaughter website so log on and lend your support to the greatest villain British acting ever produced.

The customary ham served up by Todd Slaughter, thickly sliced. Tod is magnificent as the demented Sweeney, "polishing off" his victims with sadistic glee. It may look a bit dated, with the usual creaky sets, but it is enjoyable high-jinks nevertheless.

I just saw this film for the first time after searching for it for quite a while. I have long been a fan of the Sweeney Todd story, and this was far from disappointing. The cast is full of the delightful "woe is me" school of actors. Slaughter fits the bill from top to bottom as the grinning cackling Todd. A fine and campy performance. He takes the whole show with little competition. He is a delight to watch playing with his razors and skulking along in his patented style. The sets are atmospheric and effective given the budget, and despite the comic addition of the prologue and epilogue, this is a fine and enjoyable little film. Naturally I also highly recommend the musical, as well as versions of the play for good light reading. This origional 1936 is the definitive. Enjoy!