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Today my dad brought home some promotional material for Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland extravaganza, and it was... extravagent.
To start with it was an enormous book, embossed and beribboned and fabulous, the first chapter of which detailed the history of the Alice in Wonderland story. The rest was a carefully hollowed-out compartment that held a second, smaller, but no less decorated book.
Inside that were pages and pages of fold-out artwork, a belend of screenshots from the film and gorgeous watercolour concept piece. And another carefully hollowed-out compartment holding the third book.
This third volume contains character art, photos and profiles, and of course another damned tiny book, blue and grey and spartan compared to the ornate decorations of the others. At least, it looks like a book, but it is instead a case. A case for a large, heavy metal key. It has "Alice's key" engraved on it.
Unscrew the key? It's a USB full of high-res film clips and trailers and bonus material.
Holy fuck.
To start with it was an enormous book, embossed and beribboned and fabulous, the first chapter of which detailed the history of the Alice in Wonderland story. The rest was a carefully hollowed-out compartment that held a second, smaller, but no less decorated book.
Inside that were pages and pages of fold-out artwork, a belend of screenshots from the film and gorgeous watercolour concept piece. And another carefully hollowed-out compartment holding the third book.
This third volume contains character art, photos and profiles, and of course another damned tiny book, blue and grey and spartan compared to the ornate decorations of the others. At least, it looks like a book, but it is instead a case. A case for a large, heavy metal key. It has "Alice's key" engraved on it.
Unscrew the key? It's a USB full of high-res film clips and trailers and bonus material.
Holy fuck.
