Day 90

First, let me say Tim Burton is one very weird dude. Think Dr. Seuss meets Pixar films and James Ensor with a little bit of Jack the Ripper thrown in, and you might be able to come up with a few images of the maudlin, tortured, twisted, beautiful, fanciful figures and characters that inhabit Burton’s films and apparently much of his waking mind.

Second, let me say I completely disagreee with NYTimes critic Ken Johnson’s assessment of the Burton show currently on view at MOMA as “…a letdown.”

My college-age daughter — a huge fan of Burton’s strange and macabre films like Corpse Bride and Edward Scisssorhands — and I, who prefers his more lighthearted, non-animated Big Fish movie, braved the holiday crowds at MOMA yesterday to take in the Burton exhibit. It was fascinating, gory, and mesmerizing. Using everything from stop-action backyard film clips Burton and friends made in high school, a hand-written note and illustrated story boards young Burton sent to Disney Studios in the mid 1970s, strange poems and sketches for such odd characters as Shell Girl, Robot Boy, MellonHead,  Corpse Bride and more, straight through to film costumes, figurines representing the multitude of oddly assorted characters from his many movies, and a number of paintings and  illustrations, as well as plot treatments and script notes, the MOMA show proved to be enjoyable and engaging despite the crowds.

It made my 2 hour walk seem like a stroll through the graveyard. Or a walk in the haunted cemetary. A day at the morgue. More fun than a barrel of Beatlejuice (another Burton film)

When it’s cold and the kids are home from college and you don’t want to miss out on either walking or family time together, a day at a museum can be just the ticket. And speaking of tickets, if you plan to see the Burton show, I suggest you buy your timed admission tickets a day ahead.

AND JUST FOR THE RECORD, that is ME in the red spotlight. Taken at MOMA. I adore art that invites viewer participation.

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