MY love affair with Johnny Depp might fi nally be over. I have supported the uber- cool insider- outsider fi nancially through half a lifetime of ups ( Sleepy Hollow, Pirates of the Caribbean) and downs ( there have been more than one might imagine, but the sickly sweet Chocolat and the clockwatching Nick of Time stand out). On the basis that Depp can get away with anything, I even turned a blind eye to his sartorial “eccentricities” on the red carpet.
The actor’s latest project, however, has tested our relationship to breaking point.
After sitting through Transcendence – a fi lm that leaves behind not only the physical realm but also cuts its ties with other earthly concerns such as good taste and common sense – it’s hard to see any way forward.
Only an intervention by long- time collaborator Tim Burton, himself showing signs of creative wear- and- tear, could rescue the situation.