I am still raw from the March 13th sting when we, terrified by a novel virus, canceled classes at the high school where I teach -- where my youngest attends -- and floored it home without a backward glance, locked ourselves up tightly, and refused to open for friend and stranger both. I forced smiles for all the kids in my care, "What an adventure!" it said. We got this. I got this.
While none of Burton’s work, or anyone’s for that matter, is beyond criticism, the responses to his films of late have felt personally motivated, driven by a bias about his washed-up-ness, his transition from artist characterized by originality to director doing Disney’s bidding.