I admit, I did not grow up with a fondness for Lewis Carol’s books. They were interesting but largely nonsensical, a random sequence of events thrown together for the amusement of children. But I have a weakness for Tim Burton, so I approached the film with interest, knowing he would put his own particular creative stamp on it. Many people hate this movie, and I can see why, but I like it for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the question of, “Was it all a dream?”

We assume that it wasn’t, that Underland is a real place, that Alice is quite “sane,” and that all of these events truly happened to her; but the fact that so many of them symbolically parallel aspects of real life and explore her psyche suggest that it’s not unreasonable to consider the fact that Underland and her adventures there are her mind trying to deal with difficult questions in reality, as a form of escapism. It is not insanity, but Alice reasoning things out in her imagination.


Alice, like many Tim Burton characters, is at a crossroads in her life; she stands between adolescence and adulthood and must choose one. The prospect of marriage, because it is the sensible thing to do and what is “done” (“everyone expects it,” she says halfheartedly), looms before her… a bit like a Jabberw0ky that must be slain in order for her to find what she truly wants. Her tyrannical potential mother in law bears more than a passing resemblance to the psychotic Red Queen, in terms of her general dislike for anything being out of order or control, not how she likes it, and distaste for innocent life (“I hate rabbits,” she says; “I like setting the dogs on them”). It is a bit like OFF WITH THEIR HEADS, is it not?

The absurd and rather stupid twin boys that turn up in Underland reflect Alice’s contempt for a pair of giggling, silly, slightly malicious twin girls in reality. The sense of urgency throughout her Underland adventure, as a certain day whose events are foretold looms before her with everyone’s expectations resting on her shoulders, is a reminder that “time is running out” for her to be a child, and that the day everyone expects is soon to arrive… the day she grows up, gets married, and fulfills their expectations. Alice is in an emotional crisis, uncertain of who she is and what she wants. She is cowed at first around all of these people, who dismiss her whimsical, imaginative nature as being preoccupied with nonsense, when all she does is be amused at others’ antics and think about what it might be like to fly. She has, as the Hatter puts it, “lost her muchness.”


But what IS her “Muchness”? It is Alice. Her sense of self. Her knowledge of what she wants. Her proving to herself through slaying the Jabberw0ky that she is strong and capable enough to turn her back on what is “expected” of her, and become the person she wants to be… to partner in her father’s business, to carry his vision on and even expand on it, to make her own decisions and be her own person. Absolem, the caterpillar, stitches himself neatly into a cocoon toward the end of the story while telling her to, in a sense, grow up and face her responsibilities; what follows, in the fight to the death with the Jabberw0ky, is Alice breaking out of her cocoon, out of a period of intense introspection, self-analysis, and doubt, to stretch her proverbial wings and finally claim for herself what she wants most: the freedom to be herself, to be an adult but still hold to her powerful imagination and sense of wonder. Absolem, now a blue butterfly, turns up at the end, to fly ahead of her into the unknown as she embarks on a much greater adventure – life, to symbolize that Alice is now a butterfly.

The film is full of delightful Tim Burton signatures (curly trees, absurd situations, and all) and has his usual whimsical charm, but superficial as it may seem at first glance, a story more style than substance, it’s actually a journey of self-discovery, full of metaphors about the human existence and the transition from childhood into adulthood. And perhaps that is why I like it, because underneath the seriousness with which I view life, there’s a hint of Alice in me too.