Alice In Wonderland

I'm still thinking about it. How great it was. As an adaptation of the original Lewis Carroll works. A most brilliant and slithy mind, indeed, it took, to seamlessly merge Carroll's two books.

The embellishments added as an after thought, made the tickets worth what they were bought. That Mad Hatter's platters, the rats on the table, the caterpillar, the Cheshire cat, the role-reversal fable.

Johnny Depp brought humanity and a certain dignity to his character. He did a bang up job of it, I must admit. The Haterz & Detractors, on this one, are sooo full of it. What IS it about this movie y'all don't get?

WTF, Chuck? It must Really Suck, Growing Up. Whatever. This movie's clever. What did you say, Sir? That it's transgressive? I beg to differ; it's subversive. And I found it quite inventive.

How it paralleled the metamorphosis 'tween a teen's post-adolescence & a catterpillar skin's obsolescence, was nothing short of brilliance. I must confess, this film's detractors appear to be a mess. But I digress. The script, the acting, the cinematography, the sets: I have to admit, I was impressed.

The subtleties evoked by the Queen's split aspects. Bayard the Bloodhound stealing the show. And Crispin Glover is the Knave of Hearts--did you know? If the Bandersnatch doesn't steal your breath away, the Jabberwocky should, on this Frabjous Day.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee are something you should really see. (Not to mention the voice of the Jabberwocky is provided by no one less than Christopher Lee.) About all I can think of to wrap all this up, is there's more to this film than will fit in a cup.

Overflowing with wonder and originality, it's curious to me, that some cannot see, what I find to be, most sincerely, an imaginative update of this dearest old story. Most curious, indeed.

From my stance at my unkempt table, you are politely invited to disagree. For what I find to be most sublime about us all, is our very differences, you see. I wouldn't dream of being you (heaven's no); and I would never wish the nightmare of being me, upon anyone I know.

So if you (mistakenly) happen to think that I want you all to agree (with me), then I'm happy to say (heavens to Betsy) that's not why I'm here, today. I just wanted to point out (in case you were wondering) that some folks enjoyed Tim Burton's movie (despite or because of its blundering). I just happen to be (one of those folks) most easily entertained (by inside jokes).

The moral to be found in this review, is that you should never let critics tell you what you should do. (I'm not really that prone to criticize, why waste too much energy on things you despise?) So take it from me, if you're tired of the same old story, yet crave a certain familiarity, then off to the cineplex rabbit-hole you should go, and at once (don't delay, if you don't mind my saying so)!