Edward Scissorhands (review)
Edward Scissorhands is an anti-Christmas movie, I suppose. Here we have a creature whose “handicap” separates him from human contact — the scars on his face attest to the fact that he can’t even touch himself. At the time of year when the ideas of spreading cheer and opening our hears are meant to be the dominant ones, the “good” people of an all-American suburbia reject his plea for love and companionship, and cast him out.






