There is so much here that resonates with Burton's back catalogue. Alienated suburban teenage hero Jake (Asa Butterfield) who flees Florida for a remote Welsh island at the start of the story, is your classic Burton boy. His grandfather Abe has been mysteriously murdered, and the timorous Jake is determined to find out if the Peculiar children he spoke of are an old man's fairy tale or a vital clue.
When Miss Peregrine's (Eva Green) mutant charges whisk him back to 1943, their plight, as well as their turreted mansion echoes Edward Scissorhands (1990). Despite the X-Men vibe of their hidden away life and freakish powers (including fire starting, invisibility, and a human beehive), they are clearly vulnerable kids.
Jane Goldman's (Kingsman: The Secret Service) script is a bit of a mutant too, since Rigg's book is a genre crossing, quirky gothic quest. As Jake takes up Abe's challenge to protect the Peculiars from the monstrous Wights who seek to suck out their immortality, it throws in young adult emotional angst, retro innocence and darkly twisted scares.
But Burton's rich style, and surprisingly sincere tone draw it all together skilfully. Unlike Alice In Wonderland (2010) and Charlie And The Chocolate Factory (2005), which brought wild fantasy, surreal colour, and over the top performances into classic children's literature, this film creates a real world feel alongside its fantastical episodes. Jake's tentative first love with the feisty, free floating air controlling Emma (Ella Purnell) displays typical teenage awkwardness. Its heightened reality neatly balances out the film's weirder black comedy, like the murderous gladiatorial doll battles of Enoch the re-animator.
Rationing the glimpses of the horror at the film's heart, the towering, tentacled Hollowgasts – or Hollows for short – also keeps the scares fresh till the final confrontations. Till then, the film is busy creating some stunning set pieces showing off Peculiar skills, like the vast underwater den that Emma's breath creates from a sunken WW1 steamship. Or time manipulator Miss Peregrine's gleeful nightly re-setting of a fiery German air raid, where the whirling slow motion bombs rewind along with the hands of her ticking pocket watch to the strains of Run Rabbit Run.
Burton regulars are in short supply here, except for Eva Green's warmly weird bird woman Miss Peregrine, a darkly mysterious Mary Poppins figure, who is a dab hand with a Hollow halting crossbow. It is down to Butterfield to supply the film's understated emotional power, getting Jake's ambivalence and self-doubt down pat.
Torn between trepidation and the gradual unearthing of his own Peculiar power, he puts some real feeling into the film's teen themes of self-discovery, and finding your own tribe. Keen to convey the humanity of the dozen sweet, squabbling Peculiars, the film doesn't have the legroom to do more than show off their startling talents. Only Emma and the jealous Enoch (whose party trick is a neck prickling Lazarus routine with a Peculiar corpse) really register.
But even battling the Wights in a climactic Blackpool Tower ballroom standoff, they are accident prone kids who make mistakes, not human weapons. So when Samuel L. Jackson's (Django Unchained) wolfish Wight leader Mr Barron finally presides over the tween terror with jocular malice and nifty metal claw, he delivers some overdue and usefully grown-up menace.
He is a delayed delight, because of the film's convoluted, supersized plot. Determined to cram in absolutely all of Jake's long odyssey, the bulging narrative could have done with some of Burton's nimble tailoring. Instead it lingers on Jake's trauma over Abe's death in Florida, then shuttles him choppily between his dad in present-day Wales (a bemused Chris O'Dowd) and the Peculiar's wartime time loop. Throw in a steady stream of revelations about Abe's time with the Peculiars, and regular flurries of hair raising flashbacks to the Wight's dastardly deeds, and narrative vertigo threatens to set in.
Still, it is all worth it for the ingenious and wildly imaginative seaside battle finale. It sends in a squad of pirate skeletons – a neat homage to Ray Harryhausen's bony battlers in Jason And The Argonauts (1963) – to take on the Hollowgasts in a flurry of candyfloss carnage and death dealing fairground rides. Part and parcel of the films sweeter, lighter feel, it proves that Burton can shape shift his talents just as deftly as his Peculiar posse.
Full of gothic flights of fantasy and juvenile whimsy, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children demonstrates Burton's ability to charm the kids and intrigue the adults with gloriously outlandishness storytelling.