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.
Here I go again. Writing about a woman author who became nameless through no fault of her own. It’s kind of my thing, and...
Picture this: it’s 2008, and you’re in an endless line at the movie theater, waiting for someone to pull back the velvet rope so...