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Big Fish is a fantastical movie. The best word to describe it is beautiful. A film that makes you laugh, cry, think and question is so rare in modern cinema, you forget sometimes why you go. Big Fish is of such quality, it makes you believe that modern cinema can still move you more than any medium.
It is filled with visual feasts and a beauty rarely matched in the history
of cinema. Burton direction and imagining of such a wonderfully bizarre story show that
he is truly the greatest visionary director in Hollywood. His storytelling and plot pacing are second to none, and apart from one minor career blip, if Burton's name is next to the director tag, you know you're onto a winner.
The wonderful diversity of the characters is only matched by the stories
that accompany them. Each is woven with such delicacy and care that you feel
like you should be honoured to be allowed to share in them. Pacing a film
which is cut into mini-stories is usually stunted and disjointed, but Burton
manages to drive the difficult path by breaking the film down but never
losing sight of the story or character development.
The cast should really be second to the story in a film like this, and they underplay so fantastically that they are on par to the fantastical and heart plundering story. McGregor puts in easily his best performance to date, playing a young William Bloom with such charm and life that you can't help but love him. Finney, as the older Bloom, plays the same man in spirit, but certainly more rounded and more emotional. Crudup is, as always, fantastic, and it's wonderful to see such a brilliant actor use little
screen time to develop a bond with the audience.
A truly magnificent piece of cinema, and certainly one of the best films released in the last five years.
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