It’s only 1 minute and 38 seconds in length – but goddammit, I cannot recall the last time I was reduced to a goosebump-y, blubbery wreck by a fucking movie teaser. In a very short amount of time, you had me completely convinced you’ll sing the shit out of Fantine and break everybody’s hearts before we can mention Susan Boyle. Susan, who? This means we can all get miserable this Christmas season and watch some old-school Hollywood musical about 19th-century human suffering. Let’s start brewing some mulled wine, shall we?
This is Tim Burton settling for mediocrity, and it’s no compliment. Despite Depp being hilariously cheesy and dead-cert funny, Dark Shadows’ toothless and bloodless execution doesn’t quite achieve a workable balance between Gothic soap-opera and camp comedy. But at least it’s not as bad as Alice in the Wonderland.
Deathly Hallows: Part Two delivers a rousing, grandstanding finale to a franchise that inspired popular imagination. This may not be the best in the series, artistically speaking, but David Yates marshals a film of many plot MacGuffins and gives the Potter phenomenon a worthy, emotionally resonant send-off.
Forget the stuffy royal period-drama trappings, this is a sparkling powerhouse of a movie. Like the best of good old-fashioned crowdpleasers, this one is an epitome of a classic triumph, exquisitely performed by a nuanced Firth in a performance of a lifetime that may just land him an Oscar gold.
Not so much Burtonesque as shoddy Hollywood plot-picking, roll-calling, re-wrapping moribund mainstream affair. You’d wish Burton haven’t made this for Disney, as it feels like a Narnia déjà vu. Visually exuberant yet aesthetically uninspiring. Count this as another failed stab on Carroll.