I love Tim Burton. I love Alice in Wonderland. What a magical combination. Not only was it visually apeasing, with fancy 3D technology, and Alice's many couture versions of her traditional blue smock...it was good to be reminded that I'm not the only one that is still mad as a hatter. I can relate to Burton's Alice. Once she was great. Once Wonderland was her playground, but then life happened. She lost her father, everyone around her tried to push her into an ordinary mold, even though clearly, she was extraordinary. She was smothered in mediocrity. Then at the peak of her suffocation, she finds her way back to wonderland. Her strain from the passing years is a evident and her dear friend the Hatter points out that she used to be much...muchier. Don't we all want to believe that we failed at normalcy because we are meant for greater and more fabulous things? Alice rose to the occasion. If only we all were so heroic. If nothing else you should go see Alice because it reminds you of the every day wonders right in front of your face. Who needs to get all dirty falling down a rabit hole when all you have to do is change your perspective a little!? :)
