In the last 12 years or so, I've thought Tim Burton's only truly good films have been the ones excluding the involvement of Johnny Depp and Big Eyes continues this theory.
It tells the true story of 50's pop artist Margaret Keane (terrifically played by Amy Adams) who finds herself in a heap of problems when her husband successfully takes credit for all her work. As odd as the story might be, Burton never ventures off into his trademark kooky visuals (with the exception of a few disturbing "daydreaming" moments) and that's where the film works best. It's maturity shines brightly over a sadly still-relevant social commentary on feminism and the love of being to create your own art for your own sake, which may or may not be obvious to Burton working on one his first independent films in many, many years.
4 postcards & posters out of 5
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