See also James Mannan’s review of Dark Shadows.

Tim Burton will go down as an artist who peaked early. Dark Shadows (2012) continues the autopilot fatigue that has plagued this director for the past sixteen years. Burton’s quasi-religious fan base has a tendency to erroneously dress him up as some kind of “dark” auteur. Rather, his is a one-note style with increasingly few exceptions. The bulk of his post Ed Wood (1994) films are “Disneyfied” and actually jettison the darker, complex nuances in favor of what he imagines to be audience accessibility. Alice in Wonderland (2010) and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005) are lucid examples of this syndrome. Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka projected far more interior disturbance than Johnny Depp‘s silicone interpretation. In Burton’s Alice Lewis Carroll’s twitchy surrealism gave way to a Disney-paced narrative with yet another cartoon pseudo performance by Depp at its center.

Many critics harp on Burton’s narrative shortcomings. The films of Luis Buñuel refute the lie that three-dimensional characterizations are absolutely wedded to orthodox narratives. Burton’s early films evoked a strikingly fresh milieu with characters who, on the surface, seemed to be flying the freak flag high. But, Burton’s initial cannon of freaks really weren’t so different than the rest of us. If Pee Wee Herman, Adam, Barbara, Lydia and Beetlejuice, Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle, Edward Scissorhands, Kim, and Peg, along with Ed Wood and Bela Lugosi were, perhaps, not immediate family, then they were most certainly extended family or close friends with whom we felt affinity, kinship, and admiration.

Then, something happened. Burton lost his mojo, and Depp followed suit in an even more pronounced, blatantly obvious way. At one point, Depp promised to be the new Brando, offering a fresh alternative to the plasticity of Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt. Whoever would have guessed that Cruise would eventually prove to be a smarter, riskier, more clever actor? Nothing in Depp’s later career has the nuanced depth of Brando’s Don, Paul, or Jack Mickler. Cruise’s Bill Harford, Frank Mackey, John Anderton, and Colonel Claus resonate far more intelligence and commitment to craft than anything Depp has committed to celluloid in the last decade. Instead, in his non-Burton films, Johnny Depp has become a parody of ‘s late career parody. Doused in increasingly thick make-up and mascara, Depp’s offerings have amounted to flaccid drag (perhaps Ed Wood’s hooks dug too deeply into Depp). If Depp’s lethargic, dumbed-down Flynn-esque caricaturization increasingly amount to a dull train wreck then, in Dark Shadows, we witness the actor’s de-evolving slide into drag, which sounds more interesting than it actually is.

Still from Dark Shadows (2012)Depp’s phlegmatic Barnabas Collins all but evaporates inside a movie that sees Burton imitating Burton, disguised as a Gothic soaper that only worked as a product of its time and place. It would seem obvious, to anyone with an iota of artistic or pop culture instinct, or even to anyone who remembers the original “Dark Shadows,” that the series simply cannot not be duplicated. The short-lived, early 90s remake only served to reiterate how delightfully dated the original series had become.

Burton’s big screen treatment, some fifty years after the fact, is even further removed. Burton attempts to stylize Dark Shadows with his sophisticated, big budget stamp, never once realizing that the rudimentary quality of the original is its sole staying power. But even in his lampoon take, Burton plays it safe, and the film never rises above a ho-hum investment.

A vapid lead character, made strictly of cardboard with a cut-and-paste performance, is the sleepwalking ringmaster in a cookie-cutter ensemble. Even Eva Green, who proved herself a remarkably complex actress in Casino Royale (2006), fails to register. She is given no direction in a flatly written character. Chloe Grace Moretz, another promising talent (who did very good work in last year’s Hugo), is simply placed in front of a lens and told to snarl.  screeches annoyingly as Dr. Julia Hoffman; she seems like a character lifted out of a second-tier Hanna-Barbara cartoon. Only Michelle Pfeiffer, who can be a stoic actress, briefly manages to generate any living flesh from the printed script.

On the surface, Burton and Depp should have been as interesting a collaboration as Tod Browning and Lon Chaney, but the former team was composed of genuine malcontents coming from an actual freak circuit. Burton and Depp were birthed by Disney and “21 Jump Street.” It shows. Dark Shadows is yet another failure in the Burton/Depp cannon. Burton and Depp’s Dark Shadows comes across like a lecture from two stuffy, aging academics, who might have been genuinely weird at one time, failing to convince us how hilarious the original series now seems. Yuk yuk. In the last 16 years, the most interesting film Burton has himself directed was 2005’s The Corpse Bride. Burton seems to relate better to actual cartoons. Perhaps the upcoming Frankenweenie will redeem him. But, haven’t we seen that one already? Hopefully, it will not be further proof of Burton coasting by on his past successes.

Regardless, in the meantime, I wish somebody would separate those boys, Tim and Johnny.

6 thoughts on “DARK SHADOWS (2012): A SECOND OPINION”

  1. Rant time: I’m really tired of plastic Depp and his lunatic over saturation- its just like Burton, except i don’t have to see his damn face everywhere i go. Performers & artists & song n dance men that get too successful and long lived, that allow themselves to be co-opted by the System & turned into media gods become parodies of themselves, images of the original, mere product; the magic departs as they get shrink wrapped. Massive publicity & fanboy worshipping cults are the only things still propping them up as anything remotely relevant. You see it time & time & time again- its a bloody obvious pattern. They don’t stay true to themselves.

    Burton is what mainstreamers probably think of dark & weird & edgy without having actually investigated much outside of their bubble-wrap cave and seen the actually unique work out there for themselves.

  2. I have terrible memories of the Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory adaptation. As a boy, my peers and I were shown it at the end of every year by school teachers who had long since burned out for the year from overwork. And I hated the guts out of it. It should also be noted that Roald Dahl himself was equally unimpressed by it, even going so far as to disallow Hollywood from adapting any of his other work. I think the reason for this essentially lies in the manner that the characters are phrased. In Willy, the whole focus is adults, adults, adults. Clearly, whomever was in charge was completely unaware that Roald by his own words was generally on the side of the children, which is where Burton’s adaptation really shone. As Roald had intended in his novel, the child’s faults and obnoxiousnesses directly reflect their parental units when Burton helmed. As a direct result, I would rather watch that a million times than the “father knows best” crud that was flung at audiences of the 1960s.

    All this is a lead-in to the fact that Dark Shadows was truly a terrible, terrible film. One that utterly destroyed my faith in Tim Burton to at least keep me entertained for a couple of hours. I do not know if it was intended to be like a goth version of Police Academy, where people aimlessly drone through routines without any jokes for a couple of hours, but that is basically what it is. Nothing in this film is even mildly amusing. The cameo by Alice Cooper was especially dismal, as from shot to shot on the BD transfer one can see the film going in and out of focus in accordance with the subject. This is to say nothing of how Cooper was only shot from a long distance. Hardly surprising given that the Alice of the 1960s and the Alice of 2012 are pretty much two different men. It would have been better to have just dismissed this idea as a bad one and move on.

    I think the essential problem with Burton after Planet Of The Apes is that he constantly tries to make the stockholders in whatever company is funding him happy, but at the same time tries to deliver a product that will make the fans he gained with Edward Scissorhands happy. It does not work. Dark Shadows is the worst example of that I have seen to date. If you were making a list of 300-odd bad-bad films (as opposed to good-bad), then Dark Shadows would be in like Flynn.

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