I’ve been reluctant to see these Tim Burton flicks because they’ve always looked so sad, but it turns out that’s not so much the case.
It’s hard not to see autobiographical elements in Edward Scissorhands, the story of an incomplete artificial human (with a goth look) taken in by a family in an exaggerated suburbia. Despite looking threatening he’s timid and naive, but the community initially accepts him due to his particular skills. Of course, things don’t work out so well. Annoyingly the ending suffers from “Titanic syndrome”, where the heroine condemns the hero for selfish, superficial reasons and we’re supposed to call it love. While the production values seem a bit thin to the modern eye, and the special effects don’t look so special anymore, Edward Scissorhands is an enjoyable, very different movie that feels like a fairytale. Extra points for Vincent Price as the Inventor – this was one of this final works.
Despite its macabre topic, the black-and-white stop-motion Frankenweenie is actually a heartwarming tale of a boy and his resurrected dog – like Edward Scissorhands there’s a minor theme of social ostracism, but the movie is mostly light-hearted hijinks and a homage to old horror movies (with a Vincent Price-like character). I enjoyed the film, and appreciated Burton’s unique style and enthusiasm for the genre.