Showing posts with label Tim Burton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tim Burton. Show all posts

March 2, 2010

Original Alice...

With the imminent release of Tim Burton's new adaptation of Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventure in Wonderland, the thick media air is filled with all things Alice. One of the most interesting nuggets of Aliceness is the BFI's rare copy of the first film adaptation of the 1865 novel. Released 37 years after the novel was written this was amazingly the longest film to be made in England in 1903 with a staggering 12 minutes run time. (Cameron take note) Only 8 minuets remains and has been lovingly restored by the brilliant boffins at the BFI.
Amazing stuff - who needs 3D?
Thanks to the Lunatic Journal for posting this originally.

September 25, 2009

NEWS!

Tim Burton signed on to adapt his own short story into a stop motion movie. Frankenweenie is the story of a boy who re-animates his pet pooch. The people who brought you The Nightmare Before Christmas are on animation duties. Facebook creator and zillionare Mark Zuckerberg is to have a film of his life so far made into a movie with David Fincher pegged to direct!!!!

In other news Robert Rodriguez is to direct a new Predator film whereby some unlucky humans land on the dreadlocked nastie's planet. Imaginatively titled "Predators", I'm sure it will still be better than AVP. Wes Craven is to direct Scream 4...what do you mean no one cares?

September 16, 2008

Magic: six. Strength: seven. Interest after 45 minutes: three…

I can’t for the life of me understand why Hellboy II: The Golden Army has got such glowing reviews. Nothing too unusual about the likes of Empire and Ain’t It Cool offering unstinting praise to a comic-based film (4 stars from Empire for Sin City? I mean, come on…Sin City?), no matter how average, but I was a bit surprised to read glowing reviews from The Guardian’s Peter Bradshaw and from Time Out, normally bang to rights with every review.

Seemed to me Guillermo del Toro fell straight into the Tim Burton trap of caring far more about the production design than the camerawork, pacing, editing etc. If you care too much about what’s on screen and too little about the tools you use to put it up there then you’ve basically got the cinematic equivalent of prog rock.

The saving grace was some of the interaction between characters – Hellboy and Abe, pissed and singing along to Barry Manilow was a nice touch – but too often this just seemed like the usual semi-ironic approach you get to superhero films. It seemed like any other director could have directed that film and not much would have been different – as though del Toro spent so much time designing the things in the scene that he forgot to design the scene itself, if you see what I mean. One of the things that’s so beguiling about the comic is the sense of design in every frame – sparse, gloomy and impeccably laid out. In this, every scene was chock full of bloody goblins, making it a bit like how the inside of Games Workshop must appear to twelve year-old boys. And there was too much CGI.

And too many goblins.

And Harry Knowles loves it, and he’s a fat tit.