Fact: I love Tim Burton and his whimsical, melancholic worldview. I secretly wanted to be Winona Ryder in both Beetlejuice and Edward Scissorhands, the former for her teenage gothic wardrobe and sarcastic demeanor and the latter for her place in Johnny Depp’s innocent heart. I was one of five people in my local theater when Mars Attacks! came out when I was 15. Big Fish’s ending still makes me cry.
So when I saw that MoMA was set to open a career retrospective of Burton’s work I got as excited as PeeWee reuniting with his beloved bike. Opening on November 22 and running through April 2010, there’ll be previously hidden away artwork and films from his days as a student at Cal Arts and copious amounts of drawings, puppets, costumes and sketches from throughout his career.
