**1/2 – While this thoroughly Burton-ized spiritual successor to Lewis Carroll’s classic “Alice” stories is visually superb, it also leaves the viewer a little overdosed with whimsy and oddness. I certainly tend to enjoy weirdness in films… but only as much as can be supported with coherent aims and forward progress. This film is somewhat over laden with weirdness for the sake of weirdness that has no real purpose in the end. Despite the fact that the writing didn’t convey any sort of attachment being formed between characters, in the final section of the film, Alice seems to find the decision to go back home very difficult to make. I think I found that to be one of the strangest aspects of the movie. If I had the choice to go home to London, or stick around a creepy world inhabited by a gay floating cat, an orange-haired loony who dances like David Brent, a ditzy albino woman, a rabbit that throws dishes at people, and a mouse that has an alarming tendency to jab people’s eyes with pins, I’m pretty sure I know which I’d choose immediately.
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