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Tim Burton, please wave goodbye and promise to never come back.

Tim Burton has now successfully taken three of my cherished childhood œuvres d’art: Planet of the Apes, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and now Dark Shadows, and pissed his signature all over them.  Dark Shadows is especially painful because I’ve recently re-discovered it as an adult and love it all the more.

I suppose the overlap in our mutual fondness for specific works demonstrates that we must share some of the same tastes, but only in nostalgia, not in re-creation.  In fact,  I would say for Tim Burton it’s less re-creation and more defecation.  He’s got the money and the star power to run wild, which result in self-indulgent travesties that showcase The Tim Burton Experience™ but leave Read the rest of this entry »

I was recently in London and went to the Harry Potter studio tour. This is the park that merchandising built, where they have preserved the actual sets, costumes, props and models from the Harry Potter films for fans to go gaga over for years to come. More on this later.

But I want to address something here. Crookshanks in the HP books is angry, ugly orange cat. There is a bulletin board with all the different Crookshanks from the HP films. So Hunger Games producers, here’s your chance to make Buttercup right. The Potter films are done. The cats need work. Since you couldn’t manage to find an orange cat in the States, maybe you need to extend your search overseas. It happens. American television is littered with secret Brits.

They’re all here. All you have to do is pick one. You’re welcome.