Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Director: Tim Burton
Writer: Linda Woolverton(screenplay), Lewis Carroll (wrote a book of the same name)
Starring: Mia Wasikowska, Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter Burton
A teenage Alice is starting to realize that she can be her own person and resisting "the man." Running away from what's supposed to be her engagement party, she falls down the rabbit hole and becomes embroiled in the politics of "Underland" which she doesn't remember having visited as a child.
this wasn't bad, but it should not have been called "alice in wonderland". there was also something missing that we discussed yet we still couldn't quite put our fingers on and it keeps me from calling this good. the art direction was very tim burton, but very colorful. the way the mad hatter was presented irritated me a little. i don't know. it kept my interest through the whole of it, but again, something is bothering me.... it was exactly what i requested being ill on the couch. "something brainless that i don't need to think about" also the MESSAGE was very apparent through the whole thing. MESSAGE!
better than "planet of the apes" but i think tim burton needs to go back to his roots and stop doing things that have strong reference material. it makes the public weary and lose faith in your abilities when you present us time after time with stuff almost completely unrecognizable from our beloved memories of the originals. do your own thing, or have you run out of ideas so completely.
This was fine, but so what? I really didn't care about this movie. This is Burton, so if you can get past the omnipresent CG you'll find plenty of beautiful visuals and setpieces; and even a couple of artsy shots of "dark" scenery.
The message was super-typical "find yourself through your dreams" and the plotting itself was superficial and linear while feeling inexplicably rushed. It's not surprising at a very small majority of characters were acted with any amount of reserve. We're supposed to excuse that because everybody else is one form of crazy or another, but it really doesn't have to play that way. Everything was schticky or schlocky; and we already knew that Tim Burton is married to Helena Bonham Carter (that would have been a better title for this film). The idiotic dance at the end served no purpose but to annoy me into the bathroom.
We watched this out of rotation, which is a pro/con. We don't have to watch it again; but I could have lived another year without seeing it.