Edward has scissors for hands, but no one ever says why. All his backstory explains is that the scissors; which, like his mountain home and the personalities of the people in the surrounding neighborhood he eventually pierces, are largely exaggerated; were supposed to be temporary. The man who invented him died just before putting on his hands.
Not that it matters much. Scissorhands; a well-mannered ghost of a man dressed in all leather like a slave in a bondage session; is more annoying than intriguing and I don’t care anything about him. Even when a plot finally begins to develop, it’s all in vain. The fairy tale epilogue, which explains the origin of snow in pastel Suburbia, is cute though.
my rating : 2 of 5
1990