Vincent, de Tim Burton

Já que falei sobre Edgar Allan Poe nesta semana que marcou o bicentenário de seu nascimento, nada mais apropriado do que trazer (obrigado, Guxta!) Vincent, o ótimo curta-metragem em stop motion criado por Tim Burton em 1982. Sim, eu adoro animações em stop motion em plena era digital. Para quem não conhece, é uma técnica que consiste em animar bonecos e cenários fotografando-os um quadro por vez, o que torna qualquer produção um desafio à paciência. Antes da predominância da computação gráfica, era a forma mais comum de se encenar batalhas entre homens e criaturas fantasiosas, naves espaciais, monstros.

Quem se lembra dos fantásticos filmes de Simbad, o Marujo, vai reconhecer a técnica. Estas (e inúmeras outras) produções foram obra da dedicação e genialidade de Ray Harryhausen, de quem ainda falarei neste blog. Atualmente, há dois grandes nomes desta técnica: Nick Park, criador de Wallace & Gromit, e Henry Sellick, parceiro de Tim Burton nos belíssimos O Estranho Mundo de Jack e A Noiva-Cadáver, e criador do menos conhecido James e o Pêssego Gigante. Sellick adaptou o livro de Neil Gaiman, Coraline, para o cinema recentemente – o filme chega aqui neste ano.

Tim Burton começou sua carreira trabalhando como desenhista e animador para os estúdios Disney. Evidentemente, seu gosto particular pelo gótico não se adequava ao padrão da casa do Mickey, o que levou seu curta Vincent, embora produzido lá, a ficar engavetado por longos e longos anos, depois de pronto. O curta conta a história de um menino de imaginação fértil, que acredita ser o ator de filmes de terror Vincent Price (homenageado por Burton em Edward Mãos de Tesoura) e adora a literatura de Edgar Allan Poe. Tim Burtom escreveu o poema e o próprio Price o declama no vídeo. Vale cada segundo a e cada verso:

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s polite and always does as 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 has 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 Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that 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 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 the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, “If you want, 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’m possessed by this house and can never leave it again.”

His mother said, “You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are 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
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave

She spoke through 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 badness, 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” by Edgar Allan Poe:
”And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted… Nevermore.”

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5 Respostas to “Vincent, de Tim Burton”

  1. Fernando Says:

    Sou fã incondicional de Tim Burton. Adorei!
    Abraço

  2. Marcelo Lopes Says:

    Fernando,

    Eu também sou fã do Burton. Gosto até do Planeta dos Macacos dele (ok, o final não…)

    Abs!
    Marcelo.

  3. Paulo Ficann't Says:

    Qual o nome da musica que toca no inicio e no fim da obra’vincent’?

    A instrumental,flauta.

  4. Mariana Says:

    Nhô!Muito bonitinha a animação!Adoro o Tim!

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