director Tim Burton
It’s kind of funny but I think I hit the nail rather squarely on the head in my last writing about Edward Scissorhands. The only thing I would add really on this viewing, which was with the kids, is that it’s a bit more disappointing on further review. The kids weren’t terribly excited about it either.
Striving for movie magic, the ice-sculpting scene is highly contrived and non-magical. And thus, the ending, playing up this snow in Suburbia eternal fairy tale also is flat.
The biggest problems are that the social critique is both so harsh and so shallow that it doesn’t really impact one the way that it’s intended. As cartoonish as the suburbanites are in their pastel painted homes, cars, and clothes, their fascination with the strange and unusual that quickly turns to disdain and hatred is all as hollow as it is trite.
Diane Wiest and Alan Arkin add some bland humanity and charm, but I see the film as almost as misguided as the idea of putting a blond wig on Winona Ryder.
It would have been interesting to have toned the story a la the television show Freaks and Geeks, with more retro sentimentality than modern fairy tale. Oh well.