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Vincent Is A 1982 Stop Motion Short Horror Film Written, Designed and Directed by Tim Burton, and Produced by Rick Heinrichs
Vincent Is A 1982 Stop Motion Short Horror Film Written, Designed and Directed by Tim Burton, and Produced by Rick Heinrichs
Vincent Is A 1982 Stop Motion Short Horror Film Written, Designed and Directed by Tim Burton, and Produced by Rick Heinrichs
by Rick Heinrichs.
It is the secondDisney horror film, the first being The Watcher in the Woods. At approximately six minutes in length, there is
currently no individual release of the film except for a few bootleg releases. It can be found on the 2008 Special Edition and
Collector's Edition DVDs of The Nightmare Before Christmas as a bonus feature and on the Cinema16 DVD American Short
Films.
The film is narrated by actor Vincent Price, a lifelong idol and inspiration for Burton. From this relationship, Price would go on
to appear in Burton's Edward Scissorhands. Vincent Price later said that the film was "the most gratifying thing that ever
happened. It was immortality — better than a star on Hollywood Boulevard".[1]
Vincent is the poetry story of a 7-year-old boy, Vincent Malloy, who pretends to be like the actor Vincent Price (who narrates
the film). He does experiments on his dog Abercrombie in order to create a horrible ravenous Zombie dog. He is obsessed
with the tales of Edgar Allan Poe, and it is his detachment from reality when reading them that leads to his delusions that he is
in fact a tortured artist, deprived of the woman he loves, mirroring certain parts of Poe's "The Raven". The film ends with
Vincent feeling terrified of being tortured by the going-ons of his make-believe world, quoting "The Raven" as he falls to the
floor in frailty, believing himself to be dead.
“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!” I And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that
shrieked, upstarting— is dreaming,
EDGAR ALLAN POE
(1809-1849) “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his
Plutonian shore! shadow on the floor;
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating
hath spoken! on the floor
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form
from off my door!”