...a wonderful, sadly beautiful concept taken a little too far and too obviously in its sentimental moralizing.
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Ever since I first saw a Tim Burton film, "Beetlejuice" (I missed "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" the first time around), I've longed to see him do Humperdinck's opera "Hansel und Gretel." With Burton's imagination and the opera's combination of lyric beauty and scary darkness, it would seem a natural for Hollywood's wunderkind of fairy-tale cinema. Anyway, I was reminded of it again while watching "Edward Scissorhands," Burton's surreal, semisweet, 1990 fantasy.
"Scissorhands" attempts to be a modern fable and contains flashes of creative power beyond the grasp of most prosaic Hollywood filmmakers. But the movie has more than its fair share of misses, too, making it for me a disappointment. Maybe with an established story like "Hansel und Gretel," Burton wouldn't have to rely so much on trying to prove his ingenuity; he could just go out and do it.
I loved the first ten minutes of "Edward Scissorhands" and the last three or four minutes, too. It's what comes in between that left me unmoved. Edward (Johnny Depp) is the product of an eccentric inventor (Vincent Price), who died before he could finish his creation. Edward has only scissors, shears really, for hands and lives alone in his creator's mansion high on a hill. The crumbling old castle itself is a brilliant design, both eerie and sinister on the one hand and beautiful and alluring on the other. If one had two hands. One day a kindly Avon lady, Peg Boggs (Dianne Wiest), calls on the place, finds Edward cowering in a corner, and brings him home to suburbia with her to live with her family--husband Bill (Alan Arkin), teenage daughter Kim (Winona Ryder), and young son.
Inevitably, the easygoing Edward finds his new life at first taxing. For instance, a person with long, sharp, pointy objects for fingers should be careful sleeping in a waterbed. And Edward soon develops a noticeable, though concealed, romantic interest for the daughter. But he presently adjusts to suburban life, if not to the romance. Before long he is manicuring the local shrubbery, also the local dogs, and finally the local housewives' hair. Then, after almost two-thirds of the film have been devoted to exposition, the plot shifts to tragedy as Edward predictably gets into trouble for being too different and too nice. The climax, involving Kim's jealous, cloddish boyfriend, Jim (Anthony Michael Hall), is violent and jarring and wreaks havoc with the gentle comedic tone of just about everything that went before.
Like all good fairy-tale fables, this one has a moral. People who are different are going to have a difficult time in this world. It's an easy moral for almost anybody to relate to since almost everybody has felt different at one time or another, especially in one's youth. What teenager hasn't longed to be the Student Body President, the quarterback of the football team, the captain of the cheerleading squad, the straight-A scholar, the popular, gorgeous or handsome kid as the case may be, instead of the middling nerd, the undesirable, the social reject we've sometimes felt we were?
But for Burton that isn't enough. He also piles on layers of slight, superficial satire. He pokes fun at middle-class suburban living (rows and rows of ticky-tacky little pastel-colored track houses; backyard barbecues; dust covers on the furniture, etc.), middle-class values, small-town hypocrisy, small-mindedness, gossiping, and backbiting. Burton has a good central premise working here, but he never really grabs us when we have so many distracting peripheral issues to contend with.
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