I'm not into Johnny Depp. This goes against a commandment (thou shalt love Obama, Meryl Streep, Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg, Ron Howard, Clint Eastwood, Susan Sarandon, Tim Robbins, Cate Blanchett, Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino, Denzel Washington, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Julia Roberts, George Clooney, and Morgan Freeman) since he "chooses interesting roles," doesn't shower, is the Sexiest Man Alive, lives in France and doesn't care about the establishment. I love the crazy hotel-room-destroying Johnny of the 90s, but now he's all acty and Tim Burton has turned his best efforts into a pretentious freak show. That said, he usually makes me smile when he's on screen.Michael Mann doesn't do Johnny any favors with Public Enemies. Johnny's performance is forgettable and, frankly, I enjoyed the Mark Harmon/Sherilyn Fenn version much better. A TV movie, it didn't pretend to be great. I've decided Mann shouldn't go back in time before the 1990s. You miss the intense music, the slick and bittersweet characterization, the intense melancholy at the end when your favorite hero dies. This one is a bore with great hats. The only fun part was listening to Billy Crudup do a 1930s movie accent.
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