![]() But now, whenever I thought about Johnny Depp, I felt a deep and profound disgust, a moral outrage. It made me feel all kinds of deep and profound teenage feelings, and those feelings were real and I could not unfeel them. All of a sudden, there was something new to reckon with when I thought about Edward Scissorhands. The movie that Burton and Depp made together in 1990, the movie that I had loved in the mid-’00s, seemed to me to have nothing to do with who they were as artists or people in the 2010s.Īnd then in 2016, Johnny Depp’s then-wife Amber Heard accused him of domestic violence and produced credible evidence backing up her side of the story. ![]() That Johnny Depp seemed to be turning into a caricature of himself, and that Tim Burton’s aesthetic was developing rapidly into a shtick, didn’t stop me from loving it. I cried more for Edward than for the bleeding girlfriend, actually, because I could see that it hurt him to hurt her, and I was more interested in his pain than in hers.Įdward Scissorhands eventually stopped being my favorite movie, but I continued to love it in that part-embarrassed, part-sentimental, part-genuine way you love the art you imprint on as a teenager. I cried when he accidentally injured his girlfriend. I laughed when Edward accidentally punctured a waterbed in a wordless, humiliated frenzy. I loved its spiky early-’90s Tim Burton aesthetics I loved the sweetness of its story, hiding under so much self-conscious weirdness and I loved Johnny Depp’s wounded, vulnerable performance as the titular scissor-handed boy, who couldn’t get close to anyone without hurting them. For a few years when I was a teenager, my favorite movie was Edward Scissorhands.
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