What we as audience members and movie lovers must remember is that there is no such thing as a bad idea. Not really, anyway. Adapting Alice in Wonderland to the live-action arena, for instance, is not a bad idea. Animation provided Disney with some magnificent visuals and a thoroughly well-defined feature that brought the characters written by Lewis Carroll to life with faithful effectiveness. What we as audience members and movie lovers must also remember is that, if there is even a little crux of whimsy found in a feature film, then Tim Burton would, probably, love to adapt it and slather his strange shtick all over it. Hence, Alice in Wonderland, of course starring Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter.
To some extent, I have to accept defeat in my tirades against these Disney classics. They may not be my cup of tea, but for those that watched them as children, they’ll be overwhelmed by nostalgia, too drunk on the whimsy of living their glory days to make a coherent decision on whether or not Alice in Wonderland is of any genuine quality. All the hallmarks of the genre are there, the animation and the musical numbers, loose feeling of adventure and lax responsibility make for an interesting narrative. It’s something only a monster could hate, someone devoid of any optimism, the sort of person who thinks the worst of everything and can’t see the lighter side of life.