How’s this for a reason to want to burst into song over the merry yuletide weekend? Dickens meets the Donner party in “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.”

Brought to you by the grim reaper of movie stylists, visual virtuoso Tim Burton, today’s eye-popping and riveting movie adaptation of Stephen Sondheim’s perverse 1979 Broadway musical about cannibalism in 19th-century London arrives just in time to give the season’s mincemeat pie a whole new meaning. Why? Because the meat pie’s filling is human flesh. And the title’s anti-heroic protagonist supplying it, played by an irresistibly balmy Johnny Depp, is a heartsick barber who slices open blood-splattering jugular veins without a trace of remorse.

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