I was on my way to screening Alice in Wonderland last night when I was suckerpunched by a gutbusting flurry of antibiotic side effects. I won’t go into unflattering and gory details, but attending a two-hour movie wouldn’t have been a pleasant experience for me or anyone in my row. Still, despite genuine interest in Burton’s revisionist take on the curiously adored Lewis Carol classic, I have a feeling I know what I missed. Not that I was going in …