Little Big Fish

Tim Burton's latest, Big Fish, is a visionary delight. However, I feel it's only a bit more than that. The majority of the movie brings to life the tall tales of Ed Bloom. In the background is a story of a son who feels as though he was robbed of time and truths during his childhood. Normally, such an issue would be central and important. It feels, though, that both son and father don't care that much about it. It can almost be summed up like this:

Son: "You told lies and you were hardly ever there."
Father: "They were stories and I was a busy man."

Father is dying. Son finds out stories were exagerrated truths.

Father (dying): "Tell me how I die, in story form."

Son makes up story how father dies. Father dies. Son cries. Everything's good.

I really would like to have seen the issue between father and son explored more deeply, or at least, feel more real. Therein lies the weakpoint of the movie. However, the visionary extrapolations of the stories were fun, and visually exciting.