One Paragraph Movie Review: Edward Scissorhands

One hundred and twenty-sixth film: Edward Scissorhands, the Tim Burton fairy tale which is half acrylic cheesiness and half gothic horror, representing the exact halfway point between pastel suburbia and the cover of Michael Jackson’s Bad album. While it’s not convincing as a love story, hairdressing odyssey, or waterbed marketing campaign, it does work as a wistful tragedy and a beacon of hope for moderately malformed misfits. While we’re gently pummelled with the themes of not judging a book by its cover, treating people with disabilities with respect, and the power of nonconformity, we’re still left to wonder how a man with scissors for hands manages to go to the toilet. A point off for starting and finishing with a young actor in oldface telling a child a bedtime story about themselves, but still three and a half ambrosia salads out of five.