I used to like to pretend that the guys I dated were hot Edward Scissorhands and I was a fatter, less popular Winona Rider. In my fantasy I had to save them from their tortured lives as isolated, misunderstood artists or the townspeople would revolt against them (townspeople = my parents). Unfortunately, most of these guys turned out to be Beetlejuices who made me feel like a disembodied pair of legs.
Am I talking about two different Tim Burton movies right now? Yes. But really only one- I watched Edward Scissorhands over the break and dude- I was sobbing. It’s time for you to watch this movie again.
