To this day, it’s damn difficult to compare Tim Burton’s
films to any other films but his own. Burton is rare in that way; he’s created
such a unique body of work, all rooted in his macabre sensibilities. At
their best, Burton’s films are genre defining explorations into the odd. They
brilliantly capture the isolation of man through a juxtaposition of American
Goth and suburban boredom. At their worst, they are dull, self-reflective
exercises that carry little weight.
Burton has had it rough in the 21st century,
delivering an occasional minor hit, accompanied by many misses. This year, he
returns to isolated drama with Big Eyes,
a biopic about Margaret Keane starring Amy Adams. While I eagerly await that
film, I thought I’d take a look back through Burton’s career. Here’s what
worked and what didn’t, all within the confines of Burton’s distinctively
obscure area of the sandbox.