Vincent Price has spent his life working on a labour of love - a "son", an artificially constructed person that lacks only hands - for which he temporarily has two pairs of scissors. Sadly, the creator dies before he can rectify this and so young "Edward" (Johnny Depp) is left alone in his lofty castle. Alone, that is until a kindly Dianne Wiest ("Peg") takes him under her wing, introduces him to ver mais...

Love this movie. It's like a non evil Freddy Kruger. The ending could have been better though.

Very enjoyable. It's funny the way we picture things in our minds. I had heard of <em>'Edward Scissorhands'</em> but actually knew very little about it, typified by the fact I was expecting this to be very dark - probably just based on the seeing the cover here and there. It's much sillier than expected, but in a positive way. I do kinda end up wishing they went down a more dark/creative rouver mais...

Take the story of Frankenstein's monster, remove the hateful creator, and replace the little girl's flowers with a brightly pastel Reagan-era suburb. Though not my personal favorite Tim Burton film, I feel like this one best encapsulates his style and story interests.