This past weekend I caught Tim Burton’s FRANKENWEENIE and while sitting there, soaking the film in, I felt an air of familiarity, as if there would be no surprises and a bittersweet, oddly happy ending. Yet, as the film came to a close, I sat there, nearly in tears before the credits rolled, and I thought that maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Perhaps, I wasn’t giving Burton enough credit and had been influenced by the Burton hate-a-thon like so many other movie geeks out there. Ultimately, though, I felt like there was a disconnect somewhere, either with us or with Burton. But, which was it?
Tim Burton’s name has become synonymous with gothic-themed films with a penchant for embracing the odd outcast. EDWARD SCISSORHANDS, BATMAN, ED WOOD, BEETLEJUICE, Pee Wee Herman, Ichobad Crane, Jack Skellington, Willy Wonka, Alice, Barnabas Collins, and now Victor Frankenstein are all characters that defy the norm and swim in their idiosyncrasies, much like Burton himself. It’s a theme that’s run through all of his films with the exception of PLANET OF THE APES, his most non-Burtonesque film to date, which features a strong, seemingly normal male lead in Mark Wahlberg. In fact, there’s very little to imply that Burton even directed that film.
We could argue all day about when or how it happened, but it doesn’t matter, really. There simply came a time when the things that made Burton special started working against him. Slowly, his work began to be scoffed at by those who used to vehemently defend it. Another Burton-Depp collaboration, more twisty trees, more swirly hills, more weird people as protagonists, more Burton-looking creatures, etc., etc.; it’s all come down to a man who was once respected for what he did now being loathed for it.
Burton stretched his wings with films like BIG FISH and PLANET OF THE APES, going “mainstream” to an extent with each, leaving an 8-year gap between SLEEPY HOLLOW and SWEENEY TODD, both of which relied heavily on the director’s more grotesque style (although CORPSE BRIDE snuck in there). Five years after SWEENEY TODD he brought us DARK SHADOWS, which wasn’t unwatchable, but a complete mess in the story department (I would actually label it his laziest film to date). But, FRANKENWEENIE more than makes up for it as a personal story with a restrained gothic charm.
I don’t think Burton has delivered his last great film and I look forward to what he brings to us in the future. Certainly, I have my own preferences, but with a strong line-up of films to his credit, I have faith he’ll deliver some worthwhile pics down the road. At the same time, I think he’s reached a tipping point where some fans will simply never return to his court. Perhaps it’s simply the price of never being able to please everyone all the time.