Tim Burton is the Willy Wonka of the wonderfully wacky world of everything morbid, mystical, and morose. Tim Burton is the Santa Claus of Halloween. The mortician that delivers films filled with death, skeletons, and melancholy characters yet we cannot stop laughing and singing along if we tried. Corpse Bride brought the infamous skeleton children from the corrupted and wonderful imagination of Mr. Burton. It also brought that oh-so catchy song "Die! Die! We all pass away". The Nightmare Before Christmas brought us Jack Skellington, the friendliest most ghoulish gentleman. Beetlejuice brought us Michael Keaton as the titular character who proved even in death we cannot escape conmen. Tim Burton is a real life member of the Addams Family; he would be the ideal cousin they all find deliciously eccentric.
And when these brilliantly dark minds mingled, 9, Shane Acker’s animated post-apocalyptic film on science gone mad, which was produced by both Burton and Bekmambetov, captures the metaphysical spirit and the aesthetic of Halloween. So for any Halloween aficionados a Tim Burton film marathon in October is as natural as the yellow leaves and pumpkin spice lattes. And for dessert try your hand at a Timur Bekmambetov marathon. Essentially Halloween is the general public admitting that dark thoughts, fears, and everything quintessentially quirky is worthwhile, entertaining, and maybe just as natural as death.