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"Since he's been here, the snow has never stopped falling..."
I believe the world increasingly needs storytellers, who, for a moment, transport you to a light dimension, reminding you how fairy tales can be nourishment for our souls. Tim Burton is a storyteller. Whether he tells of children trapped in the bodies of adults, Bat-men, and sinuous Cat-women, failed directors, or candy factories, he always manages to take you by the hand and lead you into his magical world of opposites. This is the Fairy Tale of our times, of the different that seeks to be accepted, seemingly triumphing with popular acclaim before once again falling into the darkness from which it came, living in the memory of the only person who understood him, who understood they belonged to the true Others. The Others who do not grasp the wonder of a dance under the snow or the importance of having everything in its place, or those Others who believe the more convenient truth, which allows them to have bright-colored houses and greener grass than their neighbor. The beast is driven out of the village, but this time for us, there is no happy ending, no prince charming, and happy damsels. Everything closes with a sigh, a sigh aimed at the victory of the Others, the defeat of the Beast, which continues to be alive, pure, and vile, in the dark castle on top of the hill, in the company of everything the Others do not want to face, prefer to forget.
Recommended for all those who believe in fairy tales, and who always hope that fairy tales can make the imagination gallop while reflecting reality, where happy endings are scarce. And Burton, poet of opposites, is perhaps the storyteller of cellulose who most succeeds in this intent.
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