Vincent

Este es el primer corto de Tim Burton, se realizo en 1982 y en el utiliza la tecnica de animación conocida stop motion en la que se consiste en crerar cuadro por cuadro.
Los muñecos protagonistas fueron figuras lúgubres y con ojos grandes.
Vincent cuenta la historia de un niño, Vincent Malloy, que tiene siete años, es muy obediente y cortés, pero obesesionado con Vicent Price y quiere ser como él. Tan grande es su devoción que hasta se piensa que el forma parte de los relatos.
El niño, Vincent, está basado en el propio Burton, quien desde pequeño admiraba mucho a Vincent Price, por lo tanto lo hizo participar en su propio corto como el narrador, que es el auténtico Vincent Price, y donde se utilizan rimas que rinden homenaje a Edgar Allan Poe.
La música, el guión, todo encuadra perfecto con esta obra de arte. A mi gusto, uno de los mejores cortos que ví en mi vida.
El corto se puede coseguir fácilmente en internet, y también ahora se puede encontrar comprando la película Jim y el Durazno gigante o la nueva edición de El extraño Mundo de Jack

Vincent, by Tim Burton (1982)

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 wonder 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 always 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 favourite 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 flowerbed.

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.

All alone and insane, incased in his doom,
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 and 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 it's 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 crackly 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!"