Guess what movie I'm watching?

She is of the dead, yet she is so much more vibrant, splattered with the palette of colours. She spirngs like a butterfly, free, free.

He is of the living, yet he remains dull. Waxen skin and downturned mouth. Bound by rules and etiquette and social norms.

Who truly has a beating heart?

“I’ve been in the darkness for so long, I had almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight was.”

She dances for him. All her childish dreams and lofty aspirations laid out on a table before him. Her deepest carnal fears and secrets untold spilling like sand filled bag.

She dances for him, the moonlight illuminating her every move. A leg lost, but it doesn’t matter. Her face burns scarlet under her ghostly complexion, but she ignores the awkward limp. This is one dance she has to complete. She wants to impress him, to make him smile. Make him proud of this accidental wife he married. Show him, show him they’ll be happy together. They’ll be happy, forever.

She dances for him, twirling, giggling. How long has it been since she felt like this? The feeling of soft love tugging at her skeleton heart? Calcium cage around something long rotted? His presence has given it life. Make it beat, fast and real. Fast and real. Fast and real. Could it be? That he’s the one to save her from this graveyard of sorrow? Yes, it must be.

She dances for him. He watches, scheming. He must get to Victoria. His one true love, sweet darling Victoria. Emily is a freak, He has to flee. He has to leave this horrifying monstrosity.

Anyway, my English teacher thinks that Tim Burton is a freak. She thinks he's crazy and twisted. I honestly think she's full of bull. Her views on quite a lot of things are unintelligent. She resembles a hippo maaah-ing out nonsense. Has the figure for it too.

Tim Burton's works may be dark and everything, but it's not weird. It's like human nature but with a touch of beauty. And satire.