say that rather than a film is a compromise between Disney, who seeks the sale of gadgets and is contained for several years now in one type of film (start slipping from reality to fantasy ---> path in the imagination with various creatures and situations ---> struggle between good and evil -----> final farewells and greetings with dull) and a genius, to Burton, who as you try, can not be part of any fee (if not in) without slipping into error. Yes feels that this film could have been a masterpiece, the half past eight Burton. The conditions were all there, just let himself be guided by no sense of Alice, had only left him free to do, to dramatize, to construct a story his on the basis of that fucking masterpiece, Alice. And whether this transpires, the characterization of the Red Queen or the staging of the tea party, so melancholy and mournful: and I in those few moments brividino I tried it ... I have never been a burtoniana but I have always considered Burton a mad genius, a mad hatter of our millennium, an artist at 360 degrees, so personal and so irrepressible. But the impression one gets while watching is that genius has transferred to the business, that his art is like an old whore prostitute, who was once beautiful but now begins to become overloaded and pathetic. There is too much all at the same time there is a vacuum of art. I do not think that Burton no longer has the credentials to play his game, I think (and this film is still unknown) which genius lives on, however, must once again be free, must come to create for himself, must return to be neutral and not to align the pencils temperate (ask to borrow a scene from The Incredibles) on the desktop. Burton can not be an employee, someone to give him carte blanche ... or you take a break and go back to being himself. The film is not bad, but it is up to its author.
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