Couldn't wait to see Lewis Carrol' s world through Tim Burton's eyes but when I got back home last Fri having seen the film, there was no sparkle in my eyes.
And I didn't even know how to explain the lack of enthousiasm given the exuberant visual parade the production offers. It was all there - boundless imagination to give birth to unthinkable creatures, blinding colours and costumes, irresistibly mad Johnny Depp, ruthless Helena Bohnam Carter and beautifully sad yet determined Mia Wasikowska. Then what?
Perhaps it was the story. I never felt the curious, mind-tickling urge the original text bears, no pun, no ambiguity, no sweet craving and not a trace of this exquisite Englishness I have always felt in the book. It was rather a simplified 'Good versus Evil' story and as such purely one-dimensional in spite of the generous hi-fi 3D package.
Well, I will go back to the book, I guess and continue to love Tim Burton for Eduard Scissorshands.
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