At one point during Big Fish, somebody notes that what we think of as evil often isn’t really evil at all — it’s just lonely, and lacking in social graces. The line resonates not so much because of what’s in the film, but because of what we know about the film’s maker. If ever a director was known for sympathies with lonely freaks — the wallflowers of the world — it would be Tim Burton, director of Batman and Edward Scissorhands, writer of The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy.

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