the Wonderland Redux

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I grew up on Tim Burton. At four, I watched Beetlejuice, hardly understanding any piece of the plot, and then I watched my mother paint my brother’s face so he’d resemble the creepy clown-looking guy for Halloween. At eight, I witnessed Johnny Depp trim the neighborhood slut’s hair as Edward Scissorhands, the recluse with the pale pallor from the dark mansion up the hill. Then I saw the stop-motion wonders of The Nightmare Before Christmas, which had always reminded me of the The Addams Family with skeletons. Needless to say, I also grew up on Disney’s Alice in Wonderland; the VHS tape nearly wore itself out after numerous playbacks. An illustrated version of Lewis Carroll’s eminent storybook currently sits on my dresser.

But Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, already a web hit due to the concept art and Depp’s promotional photo (which depicts him as the eccentrically-dressed Mad Hatter), is actually a misnomer — the film is set a decade after the acid trip-esque venture into the colorful gardens that generations have familiarized themselves with.

And with all the movie hype building up like a stack of worn top hats, the film’s spring 2010 release date seems as though it is a decade away for us, as well.

Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter; Mia Wasikowska as Alice; and Anne Hathaway as the White Queen.

credit: Bowl of Serial

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