6 dakikalık enfes filmcik (sanırım
man on the moon 5 kere üstüste izlediğinden 30 dakika sandı). müziği yanlış hatırlamıyorsam
arizona dream'de
lili taylor'un akerdeonuyla çaldığı bir parçanın flüt versiyonu. vincentçığın hikayesi böyle:
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 cat, / 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 abacrombie, / ın 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 aren't only of ghoulish crime, / he likes to paint and read to pass the time. / while other kids read books like go jane go, / vincent's favorite author is edgar allen 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 suddenly burst into the room. / "ıf you want to you can go outside and play. / ıt'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, / "ı 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're my son, / ı want you to get outside and have some real fun." / her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall, / 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 abacrombie 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 laugh 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 allen poe, / "and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, / shall be lifted - nevermore!"
bu şiir/hikaye de tim burton'a ait. şimdiye kadar izlediğim bütün filmleri gibi bu da tim burtonda imrendiğim ve her seferinde içime dokunan hayal gücünün çok hoş bir ürünü olmuş.
