FRANKENWEENIE starts off strong, and then dies halfway through the picture, never to be resurrected. Once again, Tim Burton proves he is all style. No substance. Which is really too bad, because the man certainly has style.
What’s most upsetting is that the movie seemed primed to be deliver a meaningful message about the inevitability of death and the importance of letting go. Then suddenly it decides to forget all that, flash a bunch of unrelated nonsense in the audience’s face, and then end on the exact opposite conclusion… which in my opinion is borderline offensive to anyone who’s ever lost anyone they love.