A cobwebbed pagan on a post adorns the protagonist's credit. It is probable that this particular pagan once navigated the woods a la Evil Dead and attended the kind of parties Stanley Kubrick featured in his films. There's a sophisticated fairy tale for you.

Robert Dawson's opening title sequence for the great Edward Scissorhands has all the meticulous detail and matching heart of his best work; anthropomorphic steampunk featuring fantastic tinkerings; riveted, wrought-iron cadavers (including production-line shells exhaling through knived teeth) in a wonderful blue-lit thalassic hue.

The articulating scissors and human hands offer a nice projection of visual poetry while a beatific portrait of Vincent Price -this his last feature film- curlicues in opposition from the clockwise torquing type.

Everything moving to Danny Elfman's otherworldly, natural score.