The opening credits, for instance, are in a style that can only be called typical Burton, while the workings of the chocolate factory beneath those credits evoke the Inventor's cookie machine in Edward Scissorhands.
Although this movie is an adaptation of one of Dahl's best loved stories, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory feels like Burton through-and-through - from the bits and pieces cut from Edward Scissorhands to an ending that hearkens back to the theme of father/son affection from Big Fish.
Tim Burton's ("Edward Scissorhands"/"Big Fish"/"Sleepy Hollow") lavish looking Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a sure-fire treat for the eyes, and somewhat less so for the taste buds.
The first hour is so obsessively faithful to the Roald Dahl source material that I was lulled into believing that Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was going to be a classic, a magnificent return to form for the dark fantasist who, once upon a time, denied Edward Scissorhands a happy ending, and let the Headless Horseman come back for the little kid under the floorboards.
Burton, who began his weird and wacky film career with Pee Wee's Big Adventure and who created the dark and poignant fable, Edward Scissorhands, seemed a natural to tackle Dahl's dark, satirical material.
Burton's take is far more sober and solemn by comparison, featuring only four brief tunes (all of them performed by Deep Roy, who has been computer-cloned into a small army of hard-working Oompa Loompas) and an elegantly eerie/cheery atmosphere that's very much in line with Burton's "Edward Scissorhands" and "Big Fish."