I've always liked Jonathan Miller's 1966 version of Alice (maybe because it features Peter Cook, a host of other luminaries and the music of Ravi Shankar), but Svankmajer's is magical, too. There's nothing like these two films to forever warp a bunch of freshman ed majors. How they howl when the mouse starts a fire on Alice's head!

As for book recommendations, check out Brian Talbot's Alice in Sunderland, a real feast for the eyes that challenges Oxford's "ownership" of Alice.

I'm cautiously hopeful about Sweeney Todd, but I fear Burton will spend six months teaching the flamingos to make themselves rigid, then rush the rest of the production.

LICENSE FARM, re: I wrote this whole treatise on how it's a magickal grimoire in art book drag; I have to try to sell one of the occult blogs on it.

If you're not averse to print, you might try New Witch. They might well be open to the topic. I agree wholeheartedly with your characterization of her work. This is, after all, the woman who proudly declared in song, "Yes, I'm a Witch" (nifty remixes too). Art is magic. A pity we're still waiting for the day that a powerful woman doesn't terrify people.