Almost thirty years ago, Disney famously (or rather infamously) gave a then little known animator, Tim Burton, his walking papers. Disney executives, unhappy with the time, effort, and more importantly, money spent on Burton’s live-action short, Frankenweenie, saw no future in continuing any kind of relationship with a filmmaker executives perceived as non-commercial. They were wrong, of course. Audiences responded to Burton’s brand of Gothic-inspired, horror-inflected, off-kilter filmmaking for the better part of three decades (the occasional misfire notwithstanding). Never to leave an early, not-quite realized project alone, Burton resurrected Frankenweenie as a feature-length, black-and-white, stop-motion animated film, unsurprisingly strong visually, but just as unsurprisingly weak narratively.