Saturday, August 9, 2008
This silent-short-animation tells a story about a CHIP and a CHOCOLATE. They met inside a vending machine. The girl is named Doritos and the guy is Butterfinger.
Unfortunately, after several days, here came this customer and got Doritos. Butterfiner was so terrified and was in so much pain.
Luckely,a few days after the incident another costumer came and got Butterfinger. Butterfinger was so happy because finally he will be with his love Doritos. And then they both ended up in the trash can.
The idea was a tragic extract from Ovid's well known mythology, Pygmalion and Galatea with an unexpected ending.
In Ovid's Pygmalion story, the sculptor is a married man. His wife, Cynisca, at first encourages his interest in his statue, Galatea. Cynisca is often away, and she doesn't want her husband to be bored. When the statue comes to life, however, matters become complex. Galatea is born so innocent that she appears wayward and disrupts the lives she touches during her less-than-twenty-four hours in the flesh. Under the fire of Cynisca's jealousy, Galatea decides that her original state was happier, and turns back into a statue.
But in this animation the statue when she came alive she was somehow knows and understand some of the things around her and how she was made. And decided to kill the man who made her. this ending was tragic and somehow different from the original story. And this what made the animation good to watch,well,for me,coz its tragic! :)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Written and directed by Tim Burton
In 1982, Burton made his first short, Vincent, a six-minute stop-motion film about a young boy who fantasizes that he is his (and Burton's) screen idol Vincent Price, with Price himself providing narration.
this short stop motion film is very dark yet so good. it talks about the story of vincent malloy who fantasizes to be vincent price. his world which he imagine is dark and macabre and thats what makes it good to watch. :)
"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 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 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 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 suddenly burst into the room.
"If you want to you can go outside 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're 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 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 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 Allan Poe,
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"