I told Johnny Depp he was beautiful last night.  Kind of fell out.  Not in any stalker-ish way, just sort of happened: "Johnny, you're beautiful, man, nice work in the film."

Weird.  Freudian?  I don't know.  But he is a pretty man...

Anyway, big, huge, massive crowd yesterday evening at the event, which immediately followed a screening of "Sweeney Todd."  I missed the movie due to another committment, but zipped on over for the reception just in time to be whisked away by Tom O'Neil for a Gold Derby podcast (God knows what I said in that thing).  I lost track of the money men and women in the crowd at some point: Joel Silver, Rita Wilson, Gary Shandling, James Franco, Sacha Baron Cohen, Steven Spielberg, David Geffen, and, of course, Depp (in a rare publicity appearance), Burton and the man himself, Stephen Sondheim.

I did manage to find out what grosses Depp and Burton out, by the way.  Nothing explosive, but hey, it seemed a fitting question.

For Depp, it's boogers.  Not a fan.  He didn't even hesitate.  Burton took a little extra time, however.  He didn't seem to have anything in mind until he apparently flashed back to childhood and proclaimed forced schooling as something that grossed him out.  Fair enough, dark one.

The crowd seemed enthusiastic (who wouldn't be?).  I mingled with Anne Thompson long enough to exchange unpleasantries on "I Am Legend" before getting out of dodge, but it was good times all around.  O'Neil told me the crowd stayed in their seats, transfixed after the credits rolled -- but we all know how much Tom O loves this thing, so who knows.  I wouldn't say it's a stretch, though, as the mood was an excited and jovial one.

Lots of heavy-hitters on board for this thing, though.  Lots.

(Note: Of course that's not a pic of Depp from the event last night, but that IS the same fedora he was sporting.  My camera wasn't in tow, so this is the best I can offer.  Cheers.)