Rewatched Apr 28, 2012
It's easy to lose sight of how spectacular Tim Burton once was. He can still occasionally knock them out of the park (Sweeney Todd) but we all know his aesthetic has become rote and without depth. Edward Scissorhands is his masterpiece (although arguments can be made for Pee-Wee's Big Adventure and Big Fish, for totally different reasons), and it's one of those cinematic moments, like watching Jaws or Pulp Fiction where you wonder how all these elements came together to create such perfection. It's movie magic.
The film manages to combine sad, funny, uncomfortable and ridiculous all in the most balanced ratios to create something incredibly unique that's not only beautiful to look at but hits your heart in such an unexpected way and leaves you baffled.
Was he better off alone? Or was the pain worth it to learn companionship and love?
Edward is Frankenstein's monster and Pinocchio and a romantic lead and the boy next door all rolled into one. In a true case of "less is more", Depp conveys so much by saying very, very little.
Let's all dance in the snow.