This is Tim Burton sleepwalking through a film. Sure, this thing might look good, but the story is as vanilla as pie. Don't let that dour Burton reputation fool you. This is boring, normal, sappy stuff. So Victor (Johnny Depp) marries a corpse (Helena Bonham Carter). So her eyeball pops out once in awhile. So she's got a maggot in her head. It's all Hollywoodized for your entertainment.

And what stands out about the film most? Well, for one, the songs (which seem to be an obvious attempt to garner that Disney audience) suck. They're just crap - half-hearted and semi-musical. The other thing that stands out is the bodies of the characters: anorexic and big-breasted in an exaggerated way that makes one not laugh at any irony, but wonder if Burton doesn't have some kind of disturbing fetish. Victor's corpse bride and his living bride (Emily Watson) have figures that make Barbie look like Queen Mary by comparison (and I mean the ship not the person).

It's all predictable stuff, hardly different from Burton's previous animated efforts, and probably nothing more than his attempt to get nominated for an Oscar. Hey man, if that's your side entrance, so be it.