Tim
Burton's latest movie, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children,
sprinted in and out of theaters too quickly for me to see it there. When
I recently caught up with it at home, I could see why. It was a
disjointed, lackluster affair.
Based
on a book of the same title, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar
Children is the story of young Jake. He's grown up listening to his
grandfather's fanciful stories about non-figurative monsters in World
War II, and of paranormal-powered kids living together at a mansion in
Wales. When Jake travels to Wales himself and discovers a portal to
1943, he learns that everything he'd been told is true. He's also caught
up in the fight to save the children from a group of devouring "wights"
and "hollows."
The
movie runs just over two hours, and is rather starkly divided into
three sections. None stands well on its own, yet neither do any
integrate well with the others. The first half hour is a slow
introduction with only occasional supernatural elements. It's boringly
paced, and pretends the audience doesn't already know what's going to be
revealed. (If they've seen any trailer for the movie, or you know,
taken note of the title, there's no surprise waiting here.)
The
middle hour of the movie is pure Tim Burton sensibilities, the new
terminus in a line one could draw through Beetlejuice, Edward
Scissorhands, Alice in Wonderland... his whole career, really. Lots of
fun and bizarre visuals. It's more dedicated to look and feel than
character and plot (though not quite neglectful of them).
The
last half hour is a suddenly bonkers showdown between good and evil. It
reminded me a bit of Kingsman: The Secret Service, in that it
suddenly went more broad, more violent, more scary than anything
previous would have suggested. Also in that it featured Samuel L.
Jackson as the main bad guy.
That's
just one example of the somewhat surprising casting here. This movie
lined up a lot of actors for parts that seem too small, too one-note,
and/or too similar to earlier roles to have plausibly attracted them.
Perhaps it's just the allure of working with Tim Burton that recruited
Eva Green, Terence Stamp, Judi Dench, Chris O'Dowd, Samuel L. Jackson,
Kim Dickens, Allison Janney, and Rupert Everett. They're all taking a
backseat to the child actors here, particularly Asa Butterfield (of
Ender's Game) and Ella Purnell.
The
movie does work in tiny bursts, but nothing sustains for long. The bond
between Jake and his grandfather isn't weighty enough to stir deep
emotion. The "peculiarities" of the children aren't played for quite
enough wonder or strangeness. The finale strikes a weird balance where
it's likely too intense for a young audience, while leaving the villains
too ineffective to seem like a threat to an older audience.
I
give the movie a C-. It strikes me as one of Tim Burton's more
forgettable efforts, one that only his most diehard fans should bother
to see.
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