Tim Burton returns with a movie as deep as a very, very shallow puddle. I advise swimming elsewhere.
In which we discover that Burton’s not-so-fondly remembered Batman is better than we thought.
The mid-80’s were the Golden Age of movie comedies and we didn’t even realize it.
To call Tim Burton’s ’01 “re-imagining” of Planet of The Apes aggressively awful would be to do it a kindness. I fear no assemblage of words will do the wretchedness of this movie justice. Give a single monkey a single typewriter, a deadline, and a bottle of bourbon, he’d write a movie better than this one.
Zombies, ghosts, and poltergeists are (the remains of) people, too.