Has Tim Burton lost it?
I mean, is creativity something that you only have a limited supply of—like toothpaste—and once you use it up it’s gone? Is Tim Burton, at 53, squeezing out the last globs of his minty-fresh-flecked creative goo?
If my analogy is true, then I’d say Burton peaked somewhere in 2003 after directing Big Fish. This was before he started employing an incredibly talented, but now tiresome posse including Johnny Depp, composer Danny Elfman, and his domestic partner Helena.
It’s almost as if the combined forces of their supreme creative talent was just too much for the universe to handle, so that movies featuring all four of them ended up just being really terrible.
Take Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)—a remake that never needed to happen. Watching Burton’s rendition of the 1971 version, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, is sort of like watching a skinny white girl on American Idol sing “Respect” by Aretha Franklin. It just can’t compare to the original.
So, you sit there thinking “no, no, no. Oompa Loompas are orange and have green hair…not Indian midgets in red pleather onesies.” Or, “no, no no. Willy Wonka was an eccentric badass…not a simpleton with daddy issues.”
Then came Alice in Wonderland (2010), which wholly lived up to its distinction as a Disney movie. That is, it was disappointingly…normal. Normal enough to become the tenth highest grossing film of all time. Yes, it was dark, but in a silly sort of “don’t be frightened children” way. And, Wonderland, in all of its CGI-rendered loveliness, was somehow less convincing than the fantasy worlds Burton has, in other films, sculpted out of clay.
Adding to that list Sweeny Todd (2007) and his latest effort, Dark Shadows (2012), Burton hasn’t directed an original film (i.e. not a remake or derivation) in seven years. It seems he’s gotten into the business of rehashing classics that were just fine to begin with.
It wasn’t always this way.
Remember the Burton of the 90’s? Remember Beetlejuice and Batman, and Edward Scissorhands. Remember The Nightmare Before Christmas, which Burton didn’t direct, but that he created. That he pulled from the depths of his gloriously twisted brain! A movie so fantastic, with music so infectious, and a storyline so emotionally multi-dimensional—I laughed, I cried, I was scared shitless by the Oogie Boogie man—that I don’t hesitate to use the word “masterpiece” to describe it.
How many masterpieces would you say someone has inside of them? I think one is a hell of an achievement. One masterpiece and you are entitled to forever sit on a chaise lounge and be fed grapes by the sexy person of your choice. And Burton, by my count, is responsible for one of those and a string of really solidly great movies.
So, I can only assume that one thing is going on here: drained, like I said, of his creativity, Burton exists in nearly comatose-like state. He’s like, sitting in a chair somewhere with a blanket over his knees. He’s being spoon-fed alphabet soup. And, when the Hollywood executives come to visit with big plans for Shitty Remake X and Terrible Spinoff Y, he’s just so tired, he’s just so drained you see, that he just says, or rather mumbles: “Okay.” He lacks the energy to resist. And, he especially lacks the energy to dream up an unfamiliar cast and crew, so it’s back to his old standbys: Johnny, Danny, and his old lady, Helena.
Maybe he just needs rest. Some time off. A month in the Bahamas so he can get a tan. You know, to soak up some Vitamin D. This creative rut that Burton is in, is, I hope, a pattern that breaks with his upcoming film Frankenweenie, which comes out in October. It’s stop-motion, which immediately scores points with me. It features the voice talents of Winona Ryder and Catherine O’Hara–two Beetlejuice stars–which is, you know, neat.
It’s a remake, too. But it’s a remake of an original short film by the same name that Burton wrote and directed in the 80’s. It’s about a boy who brings his deceased dog back to life in his attic laboratory by harnessing the power of lightening.
It’s weird though…the plot of the movie seems familiar in some way. For some reason, I have this unshakable feeling that I’ve seen it somewhere before.