04.26.07
Edward Scissorhands: A musical play without words
Anyone who has ever been the “weird kid” or felt out of place in a community probably has some affinity for the works of Tim Burton, and most especially for his 1990 film Edward Scissorhands, a sweet, melancholy fable about a gentle but undeniably freakish creature who attempts to live in a “normal” suburban world. I’ll readily allow to being one of those people; Edward Scissorhands resonated powerfully with it when I first saw it as a young adult, with the scars of adolescent wounds still visible on my psyche and the struggle of figuring out how to fit my goth-geek yearnings into the “grownup” world in full force. Time and maturity have made me more critical of it, but no less fond. And so when Matthew Bourne’s adaptation of it to stage and dance came along–and most particularly with the recommendation of Rachel E. Pollock, a theatrical artisan whose opinions, both professional and personal, I regard highly–I knew that I (and my equally goth-geeky husband) needed to see it. We did so last night, as a celebration of our second wedding anniversary. It was an ideal way for us to celebrate.
(What follows can be spoilery if you’re unfamiliar with the film.)
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