Monday, April 25, 2005
Edward Scissorhands
And now you know my secret shame: it took me this long to get around to
watching one of Tim Burton's best movies. What's to be said? It's like
looking back at the moment when Johnny Depp really became a star, when
Winona Ryder was still the next great thing. Mostly, it's just a
wonderful movie, a modest fable about an outcast and how he stays that
way, despite a brief interlude of acceptance. Whether you want hope or
despair, you can find equal doses here, and you'll enjoy what you get to
the fullest.
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