Vincent - Animation (1982)
Autor: Juliana Parlato | Publicado: 2010-11-09T16:35:00-02:00

Take a look in&nbsp;a short animation from Tim Burton. Awesome!



In Tim Burton’s short animation from 1982, Vincent, we hear the voice of Vincent Price, famed horror actor, telling the story of little Vincent and his morbid tastes and dark imagination. The story is told as a rhyming poem that mimics the rhythm and style of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven.” This semi-autobiographical animation creates a purposely melodramatic portrait of a creative boy possessed by his imagination, unable to distinguish between the worlds of his books and reality. The horror overtones are deliciously undercut by the simple fact that little Vincent is only seven years old, experiencing the torments, hallucinations, and obsessions worthy of Poe himself. (http://www.escapeintolife.com/) 

Em Vincent (1982), curta de animação de Tim Burton, ouvimos a voz de Vincent Price, famoso ator de filmes de terror, contando a história de Vincent e seus mórbidos gostos e imaginação fértil. A história é contada em rimas de poema que copiam o ritmo e estilo de Edgar Allan Poe em “The Raven” ("O Corvo" - http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html). Esta animação semi-autobiográfica cria propositadamente o retrato melodramático de um jovem garoto possuído por sua imaginação, incapaz de distinguir entre o mundo dos seus livros e a realidade. O tom de terror torna-se deliciosamente entrecortado pelo simples fato de que Vincent tem apenas sete anos, experimentando tormentos, alucinações e obsessões característicos de Edgar Allan Poe. (tradução livre: Juliana Parlato)

Vincent *A poem by Tim Burton* 
Vincent Malloy is seven years oldHe's polite and always does as he's toldFor a boy his age, he's considerate and niceBut he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and catsThough he'd rather share a home with spiders and batsThere he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see himBut imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museumHe likes to experiment on his dog AbocrombieIn the hopes of creating a horrible zombieSo that he and his horrible zombie dogcould go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crimeHe likes to paint and read to pass some of the timeWhile other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome talehe read a passage that made him turn paleSuch horrible news he could not surviveFor his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug out her grave to make sure she was deadUnaware that her grave was his mother's flower bedHis mother sent Vincent off to his roomHe knew he'd been banished to the tower of doomwhere he was sentenced to spend the rest of his lifealone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doomVincent's mother burst suddenly into the roomShe said, "If you want, you can go out and playIt's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speakthe years of isolation had made him quite weakSo he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost deadThese games you play are all in your headYou are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent MalloyYou're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boyYou're seven years old, and you are my sonI want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hallWhile Vincent backed slowly against the wallThe room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peakHe saw Abocrombie, his zombie slaveand heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demandsWhile through cracking walls reached skeleton handsEvery horror in his life that had crept through his dreamsswept his mad laughter to terrified screams
To escape the badness, he reached for the doorbut fell limp and lifeless down on the floorHis voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe:''And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted... Nevermore.''