I’ve given green lights to plenty of films in recent years, but I can’t shake the sense that, in the aggregate, movies suck, and have been sucking since 2000.
The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.
Hoorah for Tim Burton and the new nadir of narcissistic awfulness he achieves here. Dark Shadows dares to be nothing but the wisp of its own conceit.
Nobody doesn’t love Johnny Depp, am I right?
We should thank Tim Burton for his *Alice in Wonderland,* for it does one thing extraordinarily well: It reminds us that James Cameron really did achieve something new and astonishing with *Avatar.*
The metallic tang of blood is all over the elegant facade of this mysteriously disappointing, dispassionately underpowered story of a British aristocrat who dances with the devil, in the form of a werewolf curse, in the pale moonlight.
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… So, I’ve generally been unable to post trailers for Disney movies because they always have embedding disabled (I’ve written before about the mysteriousness of studios refusing to let Web site owners give them free advertising.) Which is why I hadn’t posted a trailer yet for Alice in … more…
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… I’d been hearing about Benicio Del Toro in a Wolfman reboot for a while, but it never occurred to me that it wouldn’t be set in the present day. I’m not sure why, I just assumed it would be modern. I guess they’re adhering more closely to … more…
Some fans and critics have suggested that Edward Scissorhands is Tim Burton’s most personal film, that that artistic, outcast lost boy is a stand-in for Burton himself. I suspect this might even be true. But if Edward is Burton’s conscious reflection of himself, then I have a gut feeling that The Nightmare Before Christmas may be the movie closest to Burton’s subconscious. This Edward Gorey phantasm of a film, I think, is Burton’s id come to life.