TIM BURTON
Es un director de cine, productor, escritor y diseñador estadounidense.
La mayoría de sus películas se han caracterizado por la presencia de mundos imaginarios donde suelen estar presentes elementos góticos y oscuros.
Sus protagonistas suelen ser seres inadaptados y enigmáticos.
La mayoría de sus películas se han caracterizado por la presencia de mundos imaginarios donde suelen estar presentes elementos góticos y oscuros.
Sus protagonistas suelen ser seres inadaptados y enigmáticos.
Tim Burton está muy influenciado por los efectos especiales de Ray Harryhausen, con su famosa técnica del stop motion, la cual Burton usará ya de adulto en sus películas.
Vincent es el título de un cortometraje realizado por Tim Burton en 1982 mediante la técnica del stop motion y con una estética basada en el terror gótico.
Tim Burton realizó el corto basándose en un poema que él mismo escribió en el que hay varias referencias a obras de Edgar Allan Poe.
Además, el corto es un homenaje a su actor y director de terror favorito, Vincent Price, que presta la voz del narrador que recita el poema en la versión original del mismo que puedes ver y escuchar más abajo.
Vincent Malloy es un niño de siete años que quiere ser Vincent Price y representa un reflejo de la niñez de Burton.
Narrado por el propio Vincent Price, el cortometraje Vincent marcó el inicio de una buena amistad entre el actor y Tim Burton, la cual persistiría hasta la muerte del primero.
¿QUÉ ES UN STOP MOTION?
El stop motion es una técnica de animación basada en la simulación de movimiento de objetos estáticos mediante la toma sucesiva de imágenes o fotografías.
Es una técnica que requiere mucha dedicación ya que requiere un gran esfuerzo y resulta muy costoso realizar simplemente unos segundos de animación.
VINCENT VERSIÓN DOBLADA AL ESPAÑOL
Aquí puedes ver el cortometraje Vincent de Tim Burton es su versión doblada al español.
VINCENT
Vincent Malloy siete años tiene.
siempre cortés, siempre obediente.
Ternura y respeto…lo que le pidáis,
pero sueña con ser todo un Vincent Price.
Vive con su hermanita, su perro y su gatito,
pero a él le gustan más arañas y vampiritos.
Una casa donde pueda inventar muchos horrores,
vagaría solitario por muchos corredores.
Vincent es amable cuando lo visita su tía,
que en estatua de cera con gusto convertiría.
Hace experimentos con su perro Abercrombi
y espera convertirlo en un horrible zombi.
Con su perro zombi a modo de forense
buscarán sus víctimas en la niebla londinense.
No siempre está pensado en horrible asesinato.
También lee y pinta para pasar el rato.
Otros niños leen Robinson Crusoe,
pero Vincent prefiere Edgar Allan Poe.
Una noche estaba leyendo un terrible relato
y encontró unas líneas que lo dejaron helado.
No podía vivir con historia tan cruel
enterraron viva a su bella mujer.
Cavó una tumba…¿Seguro que estaba muerta?
Aunque… ¡Vaya! La tumba era la huerta.
Su madre lo mandó a su cuarto castigado,
Vincent conoció el dolor del condenado.
A cumplir su condena, perspectiva horrorosa,
a solas con la foto de su querida esposa.
Solo y turbado, en su hueco espanto.
Entra su madre, de repente, en su cuarto.
Dice: “Si quieres ya puedes salir a jugar.
Hace un día precioso, te vas a apolillar”
Vincent quiso hablar. Lo intentó, más no pudo.
Tantos años solo lo habían dejado mudo.
Buscó un papel, encontró un lapicero
“Esta casa me puede, no saldé de este agujero”
Dijo su madre: “No estás poseído ni tampoco consumido.
Estos juegos tuyos demasiado lejos han ido"
"No eres Vincent Price sino Vincent Malloy.
Ni lo fuiste ayer, ni lo serás hoy”
“Tienes siete años y eres mi niño bonito,
así que sal a jugar y diviértete un poquito”
Más calmada ella salió por el pasillo
y Vincent se quedó mirándola por el rabillo.
La habitación daba vueltas y se tornaba oscura
según iba aumentando esa horrible locura.
Allí estaba Abercombri , su zombi perro y sirviente.
Su esposa desde la tumba, su voz lo dejó quieto.
Crujían entre mortajas las manos de su esqueleto.
Tantos horrores vividos en sueños y feos ritos
Convirtieron su risa en espantosos gritos.
Huyendo de la locura corrió hacia la salida,
pero cayó al suelo, inerte, como sin vida.
Su voz era tenue, lenta se escuchaba,
mientras que ‘El Cuervo’ de Poe, roncamente recitaba:
“Y mi alma, del fondo
de esa sombra que flota en el suelo,
no podrá liberarse
¡Nunca mas!
VINCENT VERSIÓN ORIGINAL EN INGLÉS
VINCENT
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 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, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
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 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 encased in his tomb
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 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
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, 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 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…”
Tim Burton
Aquí puedes ver el cortometraje Vincent, en su versión original, y escuchar a Vincent Price como narrador recitando el poema de Tim Burton.
VINCENT
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 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, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
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 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 encased in his tomb
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 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
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, 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 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…”
Tim Burton
