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Junius 2022-03-26 09:01:10
Weird, avant-garde, dark Gothic major, character design exactly like me, autobiographical story script, cinematic audio-visual language - this is Tim Burton's 1982 titration animation "vincent". It is this awesome animation that laid the tone for all of Tim Burton's later works. Dark fairy tale, love! Exaggerated thin person setting, my...
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General 2022-03-25 09:01:16
I love your black madness. Cold horror goth, but my childhood also loved to create ghosts and darkness for...
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Nolan 2022-03-25 09:01:16
shalt lived never...
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Nicolette 2022-03-25 09:01:16
“and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted?...
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Reid 2022-03-25 09:01:16
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -...
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Trenton 2022-03-25 09:01:16
starry, starry...
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Joanie 2022-03-25 09:01:16
Excellent visual imagination and fluid visual poetry. Animation, you are so...
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Misty 2022-03-25 09:01:16
Tim Burton has loved horror movies and Edgar Allan Poe since he was a child, and regarded it as a lifelong artistic pursuit. He started making short films at the age of 13, and continued to polish it until the age of 24. He has a precocious talent, and at the same time, he can always maintain a childlike innocence. is the rarest. In this stop-motion animation with a near-perfect technical level, and an autobiographical interpretation of childhood stories, inviting a seventy-year-old childhood...
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Bertram 2022-03-25 09:01:16
I don't know much about the director. I don't know what he wants to express. A collection of classic animated short films in the world...
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Keely 2022-03-25 09:01:16
"You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy." Tim Burton's Black...
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Narrator: Vincent Malloy is seven years old, / He's always polite and does what he's told. / For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, / But he wants to be just like Vincent Price. / He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats, / Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats. / There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented, / And wander dark hallways alone and tormented. / Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him, / But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum. / He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie, / In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie. / So he and his horrible zombie dog, / Could go searching for victims in the London fog. / His thoughts though aren't only of ghoulish crime, / He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time. / While other kids read books like Go Jane Go, / Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe. / One night while reading a gruesome tale, / He read a passage that made him turn pale. / Such horrible news he could not survive, / For his beautiful wife had been buried alive. / He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead, / Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed. / His mother sent Vincent off to his room, / He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom. / Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life, / Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. / While alone and insane, encased in his tomb, / Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room. / She said, "If you want to you can go out and play. / It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." / Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak, / The years of isolation had made him quite weak. / So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen, / "I am possessed by this house and can never leave it again." / His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead. / These games that you play are all in your head. / You're not Vincent Price you're Vincent Malloy. / You're not tormented or insane you're just a young boy. / "You're seven years old and you are my son. / I want you to get outside and have some real fun." / Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall, / And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall. / The room started to sway, to shiver and creak. / His horrid insanity had reached its peak. / He saw Abercrombie his zombie slave, / And heard his wife call from beyond the grave. / She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands. / While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands. / Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams, / Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams. / To escape the madness he reached for the door, / But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor. / His voice was soft and very slow, / As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allan Poe, / "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, / Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"
