A drama about the awakening of the painter Margaret Keane, her phenomenal success in the 1950s, and the subsequent legal difficulties she had with her husband, who claimed credit for her works in the 1960s.
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In San Francisco in the 1950s, Margaret was a woman trying to make it on her own after leaving her husband with only her daughter and her paintings. She meets gregarious ladies' man and fellow painter Walter Keane in a park while she was struggling to make an impact with her drawings of children with big eyes. The two quickly become a pair with outgoing Walter selling their paintings and quiet Margaret holed up at home painting even more children with big eyes. But Walter's actually selling her paintings as his own. A clash of financial success and critical failure soon sends Margaret reeling in her life of lies. With Walter still living the high life, Margaret's going to have to try making it on her own again and re-claiming her name and her paintings. Written by
The Eyes Are The Windows Of The Soul?? - Yeah? Says Who??
Of the many "Tim Burton" films that I've seen over the years - To date, "Big Eyes" has got to be the stinkiest one of them all. In my opinion - This utter piece of bio-junk was strictly bottom of the barrel entertainment.
Without question, "Big Eyes" was one of the worst examples of big-budget ($10 million), Hollywood storytelling in recent years. This film's subject matter was literally milked completely dry.
I mean, Big Eyes' tale could've easily been wrapped up in about 60 minutes, instead of a tedious 106. Like, talk about flogging a dead horse.
And, as far as its 2 principal actors go -
Amy Adams (?) - Yet another one-dimensional, Nicole Kidman-type who was awful-awful-awful. I swear that I could literally see this woman thinking through her dialogue before she actually spoke it.
Christoph Waltz (?) - From start to finish, a talentless and total scenery chewer. This guy's gutless, over-the-top portrayal of Walter Keane made me absolutely cringe.
Anyway - As far as I'm concerned - It's two big, black eyes for "Big Eyes" - (Boo! Hiss! to Tim Burton)
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