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Vincent Malloy is seven years
old, He doesn't mind living with his
sister dog and cats, |
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes
to see him, So he and his horrible zombie
dog, |
His thoughts though aren't only of
goulish crime, |
One night while reading a gruesome
tale, |
He dug out her grave to make sure
she was dead, Where he was sentenced to spend the
rest of his life, |
While alone and insane incased in
his doom, Vincent tried to talk but he just
couldn't speak, |
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 that 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, The room started to sway to shiver
in crick, He saw Ebocrombi his zombie
slave, |
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 door,
but fell limp and lifeless down, on the floor.His voice was soft and very slow,
as he quoted the "raven" from Edgar Allen Poe;
"and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the
floor, shall be lifted, nevermore."
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The Full Narration- now available in Real Audio Format- 1.2MB, it's big, be patient
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The art of the short film is one that is all too often overlooked by larger production companies. Which is just downright silly, really - OK, chances are they will provide less huge financial returns, but companies can afford to lose the odd dollar here and there, especially when films like "Vincent" are at stake. Funded by the Walt Disney Company whilst they were nurturing a budding young animator called Tim Burton, "Vincent" is a lovely little exposé on the secret thoughts that lurk in the back of most little children's brains. Lawks - I know they lurked in the back of mine. Based on a poem that Burton composed himself, Vincent tells the story of a little boy who wants to grow up to be just like Vincent Price, the popular horror actor, and Burton's childhood idol. The narrative has a sing-song feel to it, and therefore retains an added grizzly-little-child-like nature, and the cinematography is a triumph, harking back to the classic B-movie horror films that Burton (and myself) grew up on. Vincent Price was, it seems, just as much an icon for Burton as for me: "House of Wax", "The Fly", "Theatre of Blood" - these are all films that made a great impression on Burton as a child.