Edward Scissorhands (1990)

When it’s on: Sunday, 21 December (8.00 pm)
Channel: E4
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Whilst not a Christmas film, Edward Scissorhands seems an entirely appropriate choice for the season, with its snowy visuals, fairy tale influences and a dazzling score from Danny Elfman that sounds like the accompaniment to every child’s sense of wonder on the morning after Santa came…

At the time, many films by Tim Burton had some sort of Christmassy feel; I’m thinking specifically of Batman Returns, which was like the superhero’s Yuletide tale, and if it hadn’t come after this then it would have appeared staggeringly original, those music box Elfman overtures and Gothic overtones. But Edward did come beforehand, and it stands as an early classic. It’s also a deeply personal film, Burton’s feelings of alienation as a youngster represented by the young man who can literally not get close to other people thanks to having razor sharp scissors where his hands ought to be.

The film takes place in an apparently typical midwestern suburbia, though look a little closer and you’ll notice that it’s entirely stylised, a study in pastel houses, dads leaving at the same time for work in their primary coloured cars, leaving bored housewives to gossip and long for excitement. The only thing that’s out of place is the ruined castle atop a dark and overrun hill on the very edge of town, like a wart disturbing an otherwise perfect neighbourhood. Nobody notices it. It hasn’t been visited in years, allowing its sole occupant to eke out a lonely existence. That is until a kindly Avon lady (Dianne Wiest) visits on spec and takes pity on Edward (Johnny Depp), who despite his initially abhorrent appearance turns out to be a gentle and innocent soul. She takes him back to her house and tries to fit him into ‘normality’, only Edward learns his differences to everyone else means that can never fully happen. At first treated like an adorable novelty, particularly as the housewives discover his scissor hands make him an expert in topiary and hair cutting, he ultimately becomes a pariah after a series of unfortunate events. Only Wiest’s daughter, Kim (Winona Ryder), sees beyond the surface to fall in love with the man beneath.

The best bits in Edward Scissorhands are those that tell the tale of his ‘birth’. Edward happens to have been created rather than born. His ‘father’ was an inventor, a creator of robots who resolves to turn a machine for slicing vegetables into a real boy. In a series of flashbacks, Edward thinks back to his development, his time with the kindly inventor who, when not making body parts for him, reads poetry and the rules of etiquette to him and helps form his personality. In a casting decision of true mastery, the inventor is played by Vincent Price in his last major film role, a ten-minute performance of complete sublimity in which the horror Don gets to show off his softer side, then the bathetic tragedy of his fatal heart attack before he can complete Edward and leaving him without hands.

From channelling Frankenstein, Burton’s tale moves into Disney’s Beauty and the Beast territory as Edwards stares longingly at the voluptuous Kim, who of course is hooked up with the ‘Gaston’ boyfriend Jim, as played by Anthony Michael Hall (a nice bit of casting for those who recall Hall’s nerd in Weird Science). As Kim starts to reciprocate Edward’s feelings, jock Jim turns to anger and outright jealousy, setting him up for a fall that will only stir the latent suspicion in this stranger.

But before the romantic storyline kicks in, Edward Scissorhands plays as a broad satire while he attempts to conform into society. Dining with his adoptive family, Edward attempts to eat dinner, finding his scissors aren’t even good for levering a single pea into his mouth, Getting dressed is another exercise in futility; he can only put on a pair of trousers by carefully easing his blades into the belt loops and stepping into the legs. It’s funny, but Depp has the talent to give his character a sense of real pathos, even when he demonstrates why a waterbed is clearly the least appropriate mattress for a man with scissors for hands. While his new family are all well played, with Wiest at her most lovely and Alan Arkin refusing to break with routine for his unusual houseguest, there’s good value from the housewives, especially Kathy Baker’s bawdy Joyce, who openly flirts with Edward before jumping on him, which precipitates the beginning of his fall.

Edward Scissorhands was nominated for one Oscar for make-up, those scissor designs from Stan Winston that Depp uses to great effect by chopping them together gently when he’s nervous. It deserved more recognition for its design work, however. Edward’s haircutting leads to a series of creations straight out of Dr Seuss’s imagination, made all the more poignant when he’s literally run out of town, pursued by people wearing the very same crazy styles he shaped for them earlier in the film, the bushes he cut into dinosaurs and dolphins now sinister silhouettes.

The film has rightly taken on something approaching cult status in the years since its release, though it was a minor box office at the time. A dance production for the stage developed by Matthew Bourne has since become a regular turn, with a series of shows taking place at Sadler’s Wells at this very moment.

Edward Scissorhands: ****

Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)

When it’s on: Thursday, 10 May (11.15 pm)
Channel: Film4
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And there’s me thinking that Sweeney Todd was a real person! He started out as a character in a penny dreadful called The String of Pearls (serialised in 1846-47), and quickly became the subject of stage plays. Over time, promoters hyped the story as a recounting of the facts, or at least based on real-life, and it’s always possible that Victorian London could very well have witnessed such monstrosities (one just has to read Dickens to tap into hints of the ghoulish goings on beneath the surface).

Various film versions followed before a production of Stephen Sondheim’s musical, Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street was given the green light. Once Tim Burton was attached to the project, the director’s usual muses – Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter – also got involved, with questions asked of what the film might amount to. Burton’s films had previously contained musical sequences but he’d never directed an out-and-out musical. Depp and Bonham Carter hadn’t sung professionally before. Fortunate then that the result was a bloody marvel.

It turns out, all misgivings aside, that Burton was the perfect choice to helm Sweeney Todd. Bringing his now traditional Gothic sensibility to the look of the film, the camera prowls along London’s inky streets, all shadows, swarthy characters and a den for dark deeds. Every corner suggests some awful menace. The brighter areas emerge as little better. The film’s patrician character, Judge Turpin (Alan Rickman), is corrupt. Years before, he set false charges against a barber named Benjamin Barker (Depp) because of his lust for his wife. Barker was duly sentenced to a life sentence of hard labour in Australia, but now he’s back, seeking revenge under his new identity of Sweeney Todd. Soon settling back into his old barber shop, with the help of Mrs Lovett (Bonham Carter), who sells ‘the worst pies in London’ from the store below, Tood is reunited with his chosen instruments of vengeance, his straight razors, and the quest for retribution begins.

The script for Sweeney Todd picks and chooses from Sondheim’s musical, honing in on the revenge narrative and making a bee-line for the gorier aspects of the story. The blood-letting, when it comes, is horribly real. Sweeney Todd earns its 18 Certificate, a risky decision on the part of the production that pays off because the gloves come off in terms of what it allows itself to show, which is just about everything. There must have been a conscious moment of decision at some point early in the film’s development – hey, this is a story about a murderer, whose victims are then baked into pies and everyone loves the pies – where they had to choose whether to treat the material lightly or give it the full gory treatment. They went for the latter. Good call.

A regular actor for Burton, Depp again underwent extensive make-up processes to transform himself into the white faced, murderous ghoul that is Sweeney Todd. In a role utterly without cuteness, he’s the ideal man for the job, suffusing Todd with nothing but the pure drive for vengeance. It obsesses him to the point that he barely functions when not acting out his murders. He also has little but hate for London – early in the film, as he’s sailing into the city with Anthony Hope (Jamie Campbell Bowers), both sing about it, but whereas Hope’s verses are filled with optimism, Todd imagines a hole in the world like a great black pit, inhabited by the vermin of the world.

Once one gets over the channelling of David Bowie in his singing voice, Depp’s performance can be relished as a cracker stuffed with malevolence and moral emptiness. Better still is Helena Bonham Carter as the tragic Mrs Lovett. Pathetically imagining a future for herself and Todd (realised in a segment that has the unlikely pair on a beach holiday – Depp has never looked more depressed), she becomes his willing partner in crime when she agrees to use his victims as ingredients, which has the unexpectedly happy side effect of making her pies not just edible, but cornering the market.

It’s all going to come to a sticky end, of course, but before that there’s blood, blood and more blood, coursing through the credits and from Todd’s grisly barber’s chair, which is fitted with a special trapdoor he can operate with a switch that turns the former patrons into meat pie fillings. The dull thud of their bodies onto the stones below is as sickening as any number of cut throats.

Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street: ****