When I was a kid, one of my go-to staples from the library or video store was Tim Burton's live action short Frankenweenie (1984). Yes, live action. Yes, this is not the first telling of this story. Yes, there was a time when the short was packaged on its very own tape (it's shown up since in the special features on Nightmare Before Christmas). It was blue and pink, I think, perhaps in an effort to distract kids from the fact they were willingly entering into a black and white movie. I loved the original Frankenweenie, but even then it seemed conducive to something bigger. Given the right reasons, the right attention to style, there was room for more story, for more characters in that brief half an hour. Still, there was no reason for a larger arc to happen. If the new Frankenweenie hadn't come along, I'd probably have continued life perfectly happy with memories of the old one as a one-off, a nostalgia tinted early film from a now 'overblown' director. I'd have been alright, but, luckily, Disney and Tim Burton couldn't let Frankenweenie lie. They decided to resurrect the dog once again, and I'm insanely, dementedly glad they did.