Tim Burton’s new movie Big Eyes comes with a twist – it doesn’t feature a dead thing, a gnarly tree or Johnny Depp. That happens to be the only twist, and the true story plays out exactly as spelled out in the trailer. Margaret Keane (Amy Adams), the artist known for her horrible paintings of saucer-eyed children, marries a fraudster named Walter (Christoph Waltz), who takes credit for every single creepy painting.
Apparently these paintings were hugely popular in the 1950s, but god knows why. To quote Jason Schwartzman’s character: “Who would want credit?” The pictures are tacky, gaudy and empty – and so is this film. Perhaps Burton sympathises with a woman ridiculed for churning out the same stylised tripe again and again, and it’s not surprising to learn that he owns a collection of Keane’s work – the man clearly has no taste, as evidenced by his friendship with David Cameron.
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