Tim Burton might be one of the first "new" (as in "became famous after you were born") filmmakers to be recognized by my generation as possessing a wholly distinct style. That isn't to say budding young cineastes who were just on the cusp of their teens or younger when the former Disney animator's starmaking 1-2-3 punch of Beetlejuice (1988), Batman (1989) and Edward Scissorhands (1990) happened couldn't have also picked out a Steven Spielberg or James Cameron movie by recurring motif if they needed to. But Burton was something else. He didn't just re-use familiar ideas or themes; his movies shared similar designs, similar stories, even similar music. "Spielbergian" was an ideal, but "Tim Burton" was a brand.
Overall, Tim Burton: The Brand has served Tim Burton: The Director pretty damn well. His signature motif pre-dated the mainstream breakthrough of the goth and emo subcultures by just enough to for it to be established and waiting for them ... in the form of Nightmare Before Christmas merchandise and T-shirts bearing the various sullen guises of Burton-BFF Johnny Depp.
It'd all be so very tiresome, were Burton not also a director - and producer - of considerable skill who's oeuvre has produced a impressive list of bonafide modern masterpieces (the aforementioned Nightmare, Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Pee Wee's Big Adventure) and solid offbeat entertainments (Sleepy Hollow, Mars Attacks). Make no mistake, the guy has skills.
Most of the time.
The problem with being both so good and so visible is that when you blow it, you blow it big. This particular week, I reviewed Burton's most recent epic misfire, Alice in Wonderland, an easy candidate not just for any list of Burton's worst but the worst movies of 2010 so far. So it seemed like as good a time as any to take a quick look back at a handful of moments where one of Hollywood's most gifted talents ... well, crashed and burned.
Batman (1989) & Batman Returns (1992)
Putting these on the list won't do anything to lessen my reputation as a shameless controversy-monger, and it must be said up front that neither film is objectively bad ... but when you're sizing up a filmography that also includes Pee Wee, Ed Wood, Scissorhands, Big Fish, Sleepy Hollow, Nightmare - you get the idea - it's hard not to notice that the pair of trendsetting but deeply flawed superhero blockbusters that probably netted Burton most of his initial creative-freedom in the industry rank pretty close to the bottom.
Without a doubt, the pop-cultural importance of Burton's Batman can't be overestimated. It's the Subject Zero of modern superhero movies, the subgenre that now dominates Hollywood in a way none has since the glory days of the Western. It finished the job of nudging Superman into the runner-up position in the pantheon of DC Comics avengers. It set the cape 'n' cowl pace not only in film but all the way back into the comics. It got Paul Dini's Batman: The Animated Series a greenlight to do its thing and establish the decade-spanning juggernaut known as the DC Animated Universe. Its ubiquitous score turned offbeat composer/musician Danny Elfman into one of the defining figures in movie music.
Unfortunately, it's also largely responsible for most of the negative trends that continue to hold the genre back. Jack Nicholson's vaunted turn as the Joker is, ultimately, little more than an iconic celebrity doing his well-worn shtick in a villain costume - sound familiar? Bruce Wayne creepily skulks about practically wearing a "Hi, I'm Actually Batman!" nametag. It made immobile slabs of boring black-on-black rubber the cinema-standard in hero costumes. And it had next to nothing in the way of respect for its source material. Want a laugh? Check out the "retrospective" documentary on the Special Edition DVD of this film and marvel as a succession of writers and producers pass the buck for the stunningly moronic third act "twist" involving the killer of Batman's parents.
Batman Returns, meanwhile, was supposedly where Burton got more creative control, and it shows in the gorgeous production design and gallery of costumed grotesques. Unfortunately, Burton's infamous quote that he "wouldn't know a good script if it bit [him] in the face" is also on full display: The story is a mess of tangled plots and half-realized character arcs, Batman casually murders random henchmen and while Danny DeVito gives a monster-man performance for the ages and Michelle Pfieffer reached the apex of sex-goddess stature, the sewer-mutant Penguin and emotionally unstable Catwoman bear about as much resemblance to their comic counterparts as Will Smith does to William Howard Taft.
Like I said, Batman and Batman Returns aren't bad, but go back and watch them now - in the wake of Spider-Man, The Dark Knight, X-Men, etc. - and you'll likely find they didn't even age as well as the first two Superman movies from a decade before. What's more, it seems more and more as though the seeds of what would eventually implode the franchise in the later Joel Schumacher films was planted much, much earlier.