Big Fish

Saw this flick last week and have been trying to digest it ever since.

I liked it. I think I liked it a lot. In terms of a Tim Burton flick it’s more in line with Edward Scissorhands than, say, Batman. Still, I’m not entirely sure Burton knew what he was trying to say because I didn’t come away with a vision impressed upon me. I guess it had something to do with fathers and sons and the divisions that develop between them but it also might have had something to do with the need some of us have to get out in the world and be the proverbial “Big Fish.” I know that part of the reason I’ve always stayed in small towns is that you have a chance to be a big fish there that you might not have in a city, despite all the charms and attractions of the city.

So is that it? Or is it just a thoroughly funny, somewhat touching story of a fellow’s journey through life? In the end, I don’t think the flick had much to do with the father/son thing at all although I think it intended to. Instead it was an old-fashioned story about the adventures life holds and spoke greatly to point-of-view. Sure all the stories were true. You weren’t there, how do you know they weren’t?

Damn fine film, even if it didn’t quite figure out what it was trying to say.