October 8, 2005

On Thurs­day, we went to see Tim Bur­ton’s lat­est oeu­vre, Corpse Bride. The movie was good, but there was some­thing miss­ing. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong, but I think I may have set myself up for a fall.

See, I have a bad habit of read­ing about films before I see them. The reviews I’ve read for CB were all very pos­i­tive, and so I went in with high expec­ta­tions. These hopes, while not dashed, weren’t all met, either. I can’t real­ly put my fin­ger on what was miss­ing, but I know that this film did­n’t have the same kind of appeal for me as The Night­mare Before Christ­mas did. (As he sits there in his Night­mare T‑shirt.)

Maybe it’s just that CB was miss­ing the sense of zany fun that Night­mare pos­sessed. I was look­ing for a quirky lit­tle com­e­dy, and I guess I got a quirky lit­tle comedy-drama.

Oh well. Like I said, I enjoyed the film. I did­n’t come out of the the­atre regret­ting spend­ing my mon­ey on it. It was excep­tion­al­ly ani­mat­ed, well-writ­ten, touch­ing, fun­ny, heart­break­ing, and on the whole a sat­is­fy­ing expe­ri­ence. Just… I don’t feel the press­ing need to see it again. (Unlike, say, Seren­i­ty.)

Snow—gone.

Just in case you were wor­ried I was snowed in, or something.