It was sold out. The movie theater, I mean, when I first attempted to see Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hallow. I was so disappointed. I ended up waiting until it came out on video to finally watch it. And once I did, I was disappointed again. Sure the graphics were great; the headless ghost on his black mare rising out of the tree – creepy. Ah but the premise of the story sucked. Ichabod Crane, an investigator played by the handsome Johnny Depp? No Mr. Burton, Ichabod is a homely looking school teacher.
What’s missing is the charm of the original. The picturesque description of Sleepy Hollow that Washington Irving conveys. Irving captures the spirit of autumn and sets it loose on the page.
I guess there are several film versions. I remember a made-for-TV film and that was better than the Burton bomb. As was a cartoon. But none of these compare to the original tale.
The Books of Daniel 