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Now this is strange. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005 triumphs despite Johnny Depp‘s performance, which should have been the high point of the film. Depp, an actor of considerable gifts, has never been afraid to take a chance, but this time he takes the wrong one. His Willy Wonka is an enigma in an otherwise mostly delightful film by Tim Burton, where the visual invention is a wonder.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie is correctly titled. Unlike Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971), which depends on Gene Wilder’s twinkling air of mystery, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory full movie is mostly about — Charlie. Young Charlie Bucket (Freddie Highmore) is so plucky and lovable, and comes from such a strange and marvelous household, that the wonders inside the candy factory are no more amusing than everyday life at the Bucket residence.
The Buckets live in a house that leans crazily in all directions, and seems to have been designed by Dr. Caligari along the lines of his cabinet. The family is very poor. Charlie sleeps in a garret that is open to the weather, and his four grandparents all sleep (and live) in the same bed, two at one end, others at the other. His mother (Helena Bonham Carter) maintains the serenity of the home, while his father (Noah Taylor) seeks employment. Grandpa Joe (David Kelly) remembers the happy decades when he and everyone else in the neighborhood worked in the chocolate factory.
Thank goodness, 15 years before the tale starts, Willy Wonka dismissed his employees and locked his factory shut. Yet the world still enjoys Wonka products; how does Willy produce them? One day, astonishingly, Wonka announces a contest: For the five lucky children who find golden tickets in their Wonka Bars, the long-locked factory gates will open, and Willy will personally escort them through the factory. A special surprise is promised for one of them. Of course Charlie wins one of the tickets, not without suspense.
This stretch of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film has a charm not unlike “Babe” or the undervalued “Babe: Pig in the City.” A metropolis is remade to the requirements of fantasy. Tim Burton is delightfully inventive in picturing the city and the factory, and the movie’s production design, by Alex McDowell, is a wonder. David Kelly, playing Grandpa Joe, is an adorable geezer who agrees to take Charlie to the factory; you may recall him racing off naked on a motorcycle in “Waking Ned Devine” (1998). And young Freddie Highmore, who was so brilliantly next to Depp in “Finding Neverland,” is hopeful and courageous and always convincing as Charlie.
The thing is that this time, he finds Neverland. Depp may deny that he was evoking Michael Jackson when he got into the look and feel of Willy Wonka, but audiences trust their eyes, and when they see Willy opening the doors of the factory to greet the five little winners, they will breathe a sigh of relief that the kids brought along adult guardians. Johnny Depp’s Wonka — his dandy’s clothes, his strange pale face, his makeup and lipstick, his hat, his act — reminds me inescapably of Jackson (and, strangely, in a certain use of the teeth, chin and bobbed hairstyle, of Carol Burnett).
The issue is not merely that Willy Wonka looks similar to Michael Jackson; it’s that in a creepy way we’re not sure of his motives. The tale of Willy and his factory has had disturbing undertones ever since it first made it to in Roald Dahl’s 1964 novel (also named after Charlie, not Willy). Nasty things happen to the children inside the factory in the novel and both Charlie and the Chocolate Factory films; perhaps Willy is using the tour to punish the behavior of little spoiled brats, while rewarding the good, poor and decent Charlie. (How does it happen that each of the other four winners illustrates a naughty childhood trait? Just Willy’s good luck, I guess.)
We see the marvelous workings of the factory in the opening scenes, a CGI assembly-line scene that swoops like a roller-coaster. When the children and their adult guardians finally get inside, their first sight is a wonder of imagination: A sugary landscape of chocolate rivers, gumdrop trees and (certainly) rock candy mountains. Behind his locked doors, Willy has created this fantastical playground for — himself, apparently. As the tour continues, we learn the secret of his work force: He uses Oompa Loompas, earnest and dedicated workers all looking exactly the same and all played, through a digital miracle, by the vaguely ominous Deep Roy. We’re reminded of Santa’s identical helpers in “The Polar Express.”
It is essential to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie story that the bad children be punished. Their sins are various; Veruca Salt (Julia Winter) is a spoiled brat; Violet Beauregarde (Annasophia Robb) is a competitive perfectionist; Mike Teavee (Jordan Fry) approaches the world with the skills and tastes he has learned via video games, and Augustus Gloop (played by Philip Wiegratz) likes to make a little pig out of himself.
All of these children meet fates appropriate to their misdemeanors. I might be tempted to wonder if smaller children will find Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie too scary, but I know from long experience with the first film that kids for some reason instinctively know this is a cautionary tale, and that even when a character is suctioned up by a chocolate conduit, all is not lost.
Charlie and his grandfather join wide-eyed in the tour, and there are side story, particularly involving Violet Beauregarde, before the happy ending. What is especially delightful are the musical numbers involving the Oompa Loompas, who seem to have spent a lot of time studying Hollywood musicals. The children, their journeys and the songs and dances are so amusing that Depp’s eccentric Willy Wonka is not fatal to the film, even though it’s at right angles to it.
What was he thinking of? In Pirates of the Caribbean Depp was famously channeling Keith Richards, which may have primed us to look for possible inspirations for this performance. But leaving “Pirates” aside, can anyone look at Willy Wonka and not think of Michael Jackson? Consider the reclusive lifestyle, the fetishes of wardrobe and accessories, the elaborate playground built by an adult for the child inside. What’s going on here? Bad luck that the movie comes out just as the Jackson trial has finally struggled to a conclusion.