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