Tim Burton is god! A director in season. Most have one work in their life, others can keep that going for eternity with no new DNA, or nothing anyone wants to see injected into the corpse they insist is still alive. How many rock bands in zombie pose do this? The Rolling Stones come to mind. But the whole industry is a sled down-hill. They become a brand. A symbol. Selling their past and the orbiting nostalgia should it be there. The spirit of something that reminds you, you’re still alive…for now.
Yeah he’s a director, writer, producer, and artist. Lead fashion designer and architect. A carnival barker as conductor of a freak show noise machine. But he’s more a furnisher Otho of his own films which can be empty. He’s created universes that need populations. This is the SIMS and we’re left to fend for ourselves searching for characters of any interest. Sure the solid casts are there. Is there anyone denying that?
He’s successfully distilled Roald Dahl and Dr. Seuss into a teardrop watercolor palette of post-apocalyptic suburbia that had no bomb. A machine Frankenstein that makes-up a patchwork world pressed up against another. Misfits have their place in the forgotten part, and should they venture outside those confines into the embrace of a society that can see them as nothing but something that needs to be caged. The result is sticks and torches pushing them back under the dark carpet.
He grafted Halloween onto all other holidays and made it the de facto costume of his world. But Each generation of clone loses something in the process. Until you get a full-blown dummy. Hollow in appearance and just as dumb. Why indulge your fantasy on screen, every inch of it that is? Sometimes it doesn’t replicate well. It’s why Burton is up and down. A Schrodinger’s cat of neither here nor there.
Timmy. Little Timmy Burton. What happened!? Your dad gave you your first car and just as soon as you got it you smashed it into a wall going Mach 1. There was a time when I was complaining that you weren’t getting the necessary money behind your projects and had I been in power, you would have gotten anything you asked for. No questions asked. Yes I was naive and considering how far you’ve gone even pignorant. But all good things come to an end, some even barely before they start. Here is a raised glass to your world. Am I the only one at this party?