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<\/a><\/p>\nHow many of you remember those BIG EYES waif portraits of the 60’s that graced everything from posters to book covers to framed wall hangings to knock-off kitschy chatzky items splayed throughout your home?\u00a0\u00a0 From Woolworth to Wanamaker\u2019s they were sold everywhere. Hanging in my own bedroom in my childhood home were the Keane “Big Eyes” waif pictures; purple ballerina wallpaper and Keane pictures.\u00a0 Images indelibly etched in my mind\u2019s eye.\u00a0 (Those pictures are still packed away in the house somewhere.)\u00a0 But just who was \u201cKeane\u201d?\u00a0 For decades the public believed it to be a painter named Walter Keane who hailed from the North Beach arts district in San Francisco.\u00a0 But was it really him? Could this fast-talking salesman of a man have the sensitivity and soulfulness to touch the world with those BIG EYES?<\/p>\n
When you hear any expression about there being a woman behind every successful man, just think of Margaret Keane.\u00a0\u00a0 After grabbing her daughter Jane and escaping from a very unhappy first marriage, Margaret, a budding artist, made her way to San Francisco and its well known art faires where she peddled her \u201cbig eyes\u201d portraits as well as charging one dollar to draw a charcoal child\u2019s portrait on the spot; with a \u201cbig eye\u201d touch, of course.\u00a0 Being a single mother was tough going and to make ends meet while trying to fulfill her passion, Margaret also worked painting nursery rhyme characters on cribs at a local furniture factory.\u00a0 But despite being with her daughter and pursuing her dream, Margaret was also lonely, so it comes as no surprise to see her swept off her feet by the charismatic Walter Keane who was also street vending his own oils depicting Parisian street scenes.\u00a0 Although reluctantly admitting he was also a highly successful commercial realtor, Walter Keane hypnotized Margaret with tales of his own days in the European art capitals of the world, while building her own frail confidence with plaudits of her talent and value as an artist.<\/p>\n Entering into a hasty marriage (and obviously seeing her talent), Walter undertakes the job of promoting Margaret\u2019s work around North Beach.\u00a0 With no interest by gallery owners in the waifish \u201cbig eyes\u201d looks, or the fact the \u201clittle hobo kids\u201d paintings were done \u201cby a woman\u201d, ever the salesman, Walter hits on a new idea – rent gallery space in the local bar and nightspot, albeit on the walls of the bathroom hallway.\u00a0 It doesn\u2019t take long before interest is piqued and pictures start being sold.\u00a0 It also doesn\u2019t take long before attention hungry Walter takes credit as being the painter of these works signed \u201cKeane\u201d.<\/p>\n Manipulating Margaret into maintaining the facade that he is the artist, the bigger the BIG EYES phenomenon becomes, the more money the paintings and other merchandising ventures make, the more adamant Walter becomes that the secret can never be divulged lest the empire come crashing down.\u00a0 Of course, Walter has deluded himself into believing he is the real artist, eventually likening the works to the \u201clost children\u201d he saw in post-World War II Europe, gaining him yet even further acclaim.\u00a0 And all the while, Margaret is shrinking into a pitiful and bitter shell of the hopeful, gay, vibrant woman she once was, hiding within the walls of her studio cranking out BIG EYES like a machine.\u00a0 With no friends, no life, and still keeping the truth from her daughter, her only solace is in a series of paintings she undertakes which reflect the conflict and duality of the woman she has become, paintings dismissed by Walter and others as \u201cnothing.\u201d<\/p>\n But how long can this deception and fraud on the world, and each other continue?\u00a0 At last finding the strength she once had when she grabbed Jane and ran from her first husband, Margaret runs again; this time to the last place she was truly happy – Hawaii.\u00a0 But for Walter, this isn\u2019t the end, prompting revelations and a legal battle that rocked the world.<\/p>\n Thanks to not only knowing the Keane works but my own years in law and given the magnitude of the “arts” issues at play, I was familiar with the Keane story and resulting litigation, so to have that circle of life play out for me through Tim Burton\u2019s lens is beyond welcome and enamoring.\u00a0 What could have proven to be drawn out courtroom legalese or a cutesy early life biopic or even an overblown fantastical look at art and intellectual property, authorship and ownership, is none of these, but rather the sum of their parts thanks to the screenwriting team of Scott Alexander and Larry Karaszewski.\u00a0 Known for tackling material with a quirky side to it (think \u201cEd Wood\u201d or \u201cMan on the Moon\u201d), Alexander and Karaszewski find the humanity and the social commentary within the issues at play, notably the social stigmas and difficulties placed on and faced by women and particularly, single women of the era, melding them into an interesting and entertaining story with engaging characters and a larger-than-life underlying story on which to build.\u00a0\u00a0 The script is well balanced, well crafted and well constructed, with fully developed characters and essentially, no loose ends.<\/p>\n Dealing with real life characters for the second time (the first being \u201cEd Wood\u201d), Burton soars.\u00a0 Each character, and the film as a whole is filled with life, emotion, color.\u00a0 Notable is also how Amy Adams hair color goes from the yellow darker blonde of Margaret’s early days with Walter to a lighter, Doris Day 60’s more platinum blonde with hair styled off the face, no bangs reflecting the openness and honesty of the truth finally coming out.\u00a0\u00a0 The depth of metaphor on every level is striking.\u00a0 The simplicity of JC Bond\u2019s editing and Burton’s unfettered direction lets the film breathe and the performances shine.\u00a0 I never thought I would say the words “beautiful” and “Tim Burton” again in the same sentence, but Burton has told a beautiful story and created a beautiful film.<\/p>\n Cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel delights, creating a lensing palette that is light and bright.\u00a0 Lighting nuance is not only lovely to look at from the dark red bathroom hallway in the nightclub to the beautiful saturated sun, sand and blue sky of Hawaii to the golden sunlight white & gold tones of the hoity toity NYC party (and the lighting captures many of the vintage jewelry designs with a light loving sparkle), but tells its own metaphorically painterly story as do the camera angles.\u00a0 Delbonnel is masterful with a telling emotional lensing that captures the claustrophobia and introversion of Margaret in her studio to the sense of insignificance when captured in wider screen, small and alone against a stone fireplace, while celebrating the exuberant bon vivant nature of Walter.\u00a0 Framing is steady, easy-going.\u00a0 Nothing fancy.\u00a0 There is a simplicity to BIG EYES on every level of production that is so welcoming and inviting.<\/p>\n A visually dependent film, not only for the paintings, but for the period of the 50’s and 60’s, the period and defining look and mood of BIG EYES is flawless; from the cotton candy colored world of the free-spirited era to Colleen Atwood’s clothing (especially the women, not to mention custom made pants for Christoph Waltz that are just delicious) to the stunning production design of Rick Heinrichs.\u00a0 Heinrichs does an amazing job of capturing the bohemian art scene of San Francisco melded with the stuffy hoity toity world of 1964 NYC, the beautiful Woodside California home of the Keanes and then the timeless paradise and relaxing vibrancy of Hawaii.\u00a0 The bar and the brick in San Francisco is rich and textured, perfect complement to the whole concept of art, texture and color and metaphoric for the cloak and dagger gamesmanship of Walter.\u00a0 The gallery of Jason Schwartzman’s Ruben is white, bright, open and airy, reflective of Ruben’s ideals of no secrets, clean lines, expressionism and truth; a place that can’t abide the as yet to be disclosed deceptions of Walter.\u00a0 The Keane home is so beautifully apportioned I expected to see Connie Stevens or Tab Hunter pop in the door at any moment.\u00a0 The entire feel of the era just reels you into the film, just as Keane’s “Big Eyes” have reeled in fans of the art for the past 50+ years.<\/p>\n As for the performances, Christoph Waltz is a scene-stealing shyster from start to finish.\u00a0 He rivets you with his interpretation of\u00a0 Walter.\u00a0 The deeper and bigger the lies get, the more grandiose his delusions and correspondingly Waltz’ performance is, the more one is rapt with attention, culminating in an explosively hilarious courtroom scene with Waltz playing Walter as both his own attorney and witness.\u00a0 Amy Adams is a pure delight with a range of emotion that is stunning.\u00a0 From the downtrodden, fearful and nervous wife plunged into excessive drinking to the cleansing strength Margaret finds in Hawaii, Adams\u2019 performance is refreshing and light, taking us on a powerful emotional journey performed with nuanced skill and heart.<\/p>\n When it comes to supporting players, screen time may be minimal, but the performances are anything but.\u00a0 As newspaper man Dick Nolan, Danny\u00a0 Huston plays him with a fun touch of a reporter who sees himself as a hard news mover and shaker but who is actually relegated to the gossip pages of the paper.\u00a0 As much a puppetmaster as Waltz’ Walter, Huston is entertaining throughout.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n