Team Experience has been sharing their favorite Christmas flicks. Here's new contributor Jorge on a Burton special...
Edward Scissorhands, at first sight, not the most Christmassy movie. It is not an iteration of a Charles Dickens’ novella, there are no Santa Clauses, and no one is chasing anyone through a snowed-in airport. Falling snow is a big motif throughout, but only the last third takes places during that time of year.
But it beautifully captures the sentiment of Christmas in the most important sense...
The film, more than 25 years after its release, feels like comfort food. Like coming back home for the holidays after a long and tough year (say, 2016). I like my Christmas movies to make me feel warm and fuzzy and safe inside, like a whole year isn’t about to end, or another one about to start. I want them to be nostalgic and yet still fresh upon new viewings. They’re ideally a balance of old and new, just like the holidays themselves.
Edward hits this spot in a delightful way. You can still feel the freshness and originality that it oozed when it was released in 1990, but enough time has passed that those once-new elements have now become recognizable, familiar tropes (which have, ironically, been since overused by the same people).
Twenty-six years into the future, we’ve seen everyone involved repeat what they did in this film, with varying degrees of success. Johnny Depp has played the social outcast more times than I can count, Winona Ryder rode the ingénue wave for a couple of more years, and Tim Burton constantly recreates his aesthetics and themes to the point of self-parody. But back then, it was all uncharted territory. Now, it’s a welcome trip to the past, to the heyday of each of them.
The holiday appeal of Edward also lies on the safety and universality of its themes. It’s a textbook feel-good movie. Who hasn’t related to someone that doesn’t fit in? For today’s standards, its not-subtle metaphor of the outcast is comfortable and accessible. Its pastel colors are charming. Winona is young and full of life. Dianne Wiest is the mom you wish you had, baking cookies for you.
I can come back to it time and time again, and I will still be moved by Kim dancing under a falling snow angel. If that’s not Christmas, I don’t know what is.
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