I’ll say it again. Burton will ruin this. I just know it. Cheshire Cat looks like he’s up to no good. I like it. Let’s skip this terrible movie and head right to the prequel biopic about the Cheshire Cat when he was a pimp in East Harlem. Now you are talking.
To be sure, this film will be loved by the following stereotypes: theatre people, Wizard of Oz enthusiasts, people who hate football, people who think Twilight was awesome, people who gave Burton a lifetime pass after Edward Scissorhands, French people, people who think Johnny Depp never takes roles in bad films (Willy Wonka, Once Upon a Time in Mexico).
Oh well, I’ll probably see it for the Cheshire Cat and to bitch to you all about it later.