Edward Scissorhands is a story that every outsider can relate to. Tim Burton directs this larger-than-life film about a science experiment named Edward (Johnny Depp), a man (as the title implies) with scissors for hands. Edward’s solitary existence is interrupted one day with a visit from Peg (lovable movie-mom Dianne Wiest), an Avon saleswoman looking for new customers. Realizing Edward’s helplessness she invites him into her home, much to the dismay of her nosy neighbors. Suspicion turns to excitement as Edward goes from social outcast to hedge trimming artiste to a goth Vidal Sassoon overnight; But can someone like Edward really fit into a place where he doesn’t belong?
Watching this film as a adult I still found myself in awe. Set designer Cheryl Carasik and costume designer Colleen Atwood’s suburban bio-dome bring Burton’s vision to life. The juxtaposition of Edward’s jet-black hair and ink colored leather suit set against a sea of macaron-like pastels is just so gorgeous. Then you add Danny Elfman’s music, campy acting, and a teenage love story and you’ve got a near perfect film. Now that I’m older though I have a few questions: Like why didn’t anyone think to investigate the mysterious dark castle before? Did Anthony Michael Hall always play douches? And did Edward dispose of the inventor’s body? Perhaps I’m too being too cynical. Some films are about suspending disbelief for ninety minutes and going along for the ride.
