It is tough to be a Tim Burton fan these days. To admit that the things that made Burton’s movies so singular – the quirky characters, the unique visuals, the dark humour, the deft use of camp, the underlying melancholy – seem to be the very things that handicap him now. For while he’s perfected the art of creating that Burton “feel”, he seems to have misplaced the Burton “soul”.
Nowhere is this more apparent than in his adaptation of young adult (YA) novel Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children. On paper, it has all the makings of a success. After all, not since 2007’s Sweeney Todd has a story seemed so ripe for the Burton treatment.