Big Eyes ★★½

I have immense respect for the team of Burton, Alexander, and Karaszewski who together created my favourite biopic (and film) ed wood. This attempt to translate the marital tug of war over creative credit of Margaret and Walter Keane into film, however, just doesn't work like it should. It's tonally lopsided and feels like Burton is on autopilot, as if he couldn't rise to the material and inject any of his personal quirk into this domestic abuse. As an example of an abusive relationship perforated by gaslighting, its textbook but limp. Christoph Waltz is silly when he should be menacing and Adams is as emotionally vacant as one of her paintings. The set design and cinematography had its moments, but it's a lesser Burton film that at the very least speaks to his want to break the stereotype surrounding his work