Edward Davis Wood Jr.

He has been dubbed the worst director of all time.

His films were the result of an unyielding stubbornness, an immoderate eagerness to make movies with extremely limited funds, with screenplays that were ramshackle to say the least, and with actors and sets in utter disarray.

Yet Ed Wood, with his string of B-movies, became the subject of a gradual but steady affection in the years following his demise, until he became a point of reference for many filmmakers: a symbol of how a man who loves filmmaking can express his art despite limited resources.

And this film that Tim Burton dedicated to him is born of this love: a daring journey through the aesthetics of a B-movie director and a deep look into his life.

A biography composed of drives, neuroses, unyielding irony, oddities of every kind, stylistic consistency, and lucid madness.

Ed Wood is an eccentric young filmmaker who in the 1950s sought to advance his very personal conception of cinema within the diverse Hollywood landscape.

In this regard, his meeting with Bela Lugosi is a fertile synergy of outlandish projects and dizzying fantasies that translate into surreal-toned storyboards.

Ed Wood would prove to himself that making a film is, above all, an inner experience where the director merely transposes a turbulent stream of consciousness onto film.

A delightful film in which Martin Landau is magnificent in the role of Lugosi and in which Depp appears utterly credible as the grotesque protagonist.

The scene in which Lugosi arrives absolutely plastered on set and engages in a furious struggle with a lifeless octopus suspended in water while Ed Wood watches, enraptured, is absolutely legendary.