Ah, Halloween. Time for costuming, pumpkin carving, and my annual bitching over Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas. I wish I loved this movie more. I love the story, love the characters, and the score is lovely, but I absolutely hate the songs. Partly the lyrics but also the inappropriateness of the music to have lyrics even set to it. I don't make my living through music, yeah, but I can at least filk, and even I can do better than to rhyme "sad" with "bag," "age" with "strange," and "home" with "song," eesh. *dies a little* Then there are the lyrics that are well-rhymed but have been contrived to be so and don't quite make sense. "And since I am dead, I can take off my head."--Is he? Are the inhabitants of Halloween Town actually dead? Don't you get the idea that they were all made that way from the start? How about, "To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky."--Excuse me? To one guy? No one else in Kentucky is scared of you? Who is this one guy? It baffles me so much it makes me want to write Jack/Guy In Kentucky slash, just to justify that one dumb lyric.
And the music feels like a score. It doesn't feel like music that should have lyrics written to it; they're like long recitatives between operatic arias, except we never get the arias. I keep flashing on Bill Murray's lounge singer, crooning, "Starrr Warrrs, nothing but STARRR Wars, beyooootiful STARRR Wars..." Poor Jack, Making Christmas--don't even get me started on What's This--most of the songs are just not meant to be sung.
...Okay, the one good musical moment where it all works?
"Kidnap the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box. Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks." --Poetry, baby.
But I keep popping in my VHS tape of it, wondering if this will be the year I forgive it for not being better.
Anybody out there done any fanart of Ron, Hermione, and Harry done up as Lock, Shock, and Barrel?