Ed Wood is Tim Burton’s second best film in my mind. For me, Edward Scissorhands would still take the cake for first place—you just can’t beat mystical and magical— but despite that being the case, Ed Wood I’d arguably say, is Burton’s most masterfully directed and written film yet.
This is the original Disaster Artist, just with more heart and gusto—not tryna’ diss on The Disaster Artist, I’m just trying to make a comparison cause I’m too lethargic to explain the overarching synopsis of Ed Wood. This film, even from scene 1, is down-right engaging, enticing you into defensibly the most allusive true story about a Hollywood star.
Johnny Depp is at his absolute prime when portraying Ed Wood. Sitting on it, this might be his most gifted performance of his entire career—it’s a very underrated one indeed. It may not necessarily be Depp’s most iconic role—I’m sure all you Pirates fans would reward that trophy to Jack Sparrow—but it’s certainly his most driving. All the minor gestures and gimmicks he squeezes into this character makes his believability all the better. And when you mix Wood’s character with Martin Landau’s Oscar-Winning and furthermore, calamitously tragic performance as Bela Lugosi—which was in fact, 100% well-deserved of that Academy Award—you have yourselves one of the most compelling duo themes present in a based-on-a-true-story film.
Ed Wood may be Tim Burton’s least Tim Burtony film, but it’s at the cost of creating one of his most prolific and momentous masterpieces. Ed Wood is the utmost curious retelling of a man in seek of his aspirations and obsessions. You know you’ve accomplished something ravishing when your viewer—that being this dork, me—doesn’t want it to end even after its over 2-hour runtime. I could fancy a couple more additional hours of this cinematic treasure any day. (Verdict: A)