There's that troubled man on screen, again looking at pretty things in the window, but here he's pretty Johnny Depp in an extraordinary, disarmingly loving tribute made by a director at the top of his game (Burton, not Wood, though I'll continue to throw down for Glen or Glenda as Wood's masterstroke). Among many of the picture's excellent, funny and intriguing re-creations of Wood's direction, Ed Wood shows the auteur crafting that mannequin scene I described earlier.