Vincent

Perfektné....Výstižnejší a dokonalejší debut pre Tima Burtona ako tento kraťas, ktorý je poctou hororom & Vincentovi Priceovi...Kto by vari čakal romantické béčko (alebo céčko) v štýle Rosamundy Pilcher alebo všetkými farbami hrajúcu rozprávku asi nežije na tejto planéte:-)) Toto je typický Tim Burton, ktorý nemá chybu... (08.02.2008)

Z tejto kratučkej "rozprávočky" som bol úplne nadšený pravdepodobne aj kvôli mojej veľkej obľube Burtona. Neviem či je to celkom objektívne, no keď som uvidel to burtonovské prostredie, hlavného hrdinu ktorý sa na Tima podobá až príliš, videl všetky tie príšerky a morbídnosti a počul verše za prítomnosti hororovej hudby...nemohol som inak. (09.07.2008)

Vizuálně dobré, ale bohužel mám s tímto filmem podobný problém jako s běžným Burtonovým dílem - slušný dojem zůstane akorát u zmíněného obrazu a atmosféra je spíše taková chladná, neosobní, nedokážu si prostě k tomu vytvořit vztah... Přitom potenciál je zde stejně veliký jako u podobně laděných miniatur od Lynche nebo Triera. Dalším problémem se jeví odkazování na Poea, který to má u mě nastejno - čte se celkem dobře, ale v jeho případě se nedá mluvit o nějaké děsivosti a pověst hororového guru je zde podstatně zkreslenější než třeba u Hitche. Tudíž to na výš než tři hvězdy to nevytáhne ani působivá narativní stránka, na jejíž zajímavosti má nemalou zásluhu Vincent Price, nejsilnější článek této pětiminutovky. (25.05.2010)

Po shlédnutí výstavy skic, kreseb a maleb Tima Burtona, která právě probíhá v Domě U kamenného zvonu jsem se rozhodla, že bych se měla podívat znovu na některé Burtonovi filmy a popřípadě si doplnit rozhled. Začala jsem krátkometrážním Vincentem, který byl na výstavě hojně prezentovaný a předurčoval směrování další Burtonovi tvorby. Byl to jeden z jeho prvních počinů a zdá se, že Burton se potřeboval vypovídat ze svých vlastních pocitů z dětství a obdivu k Vincentu Priceovi a využil sebe jako materiál v praxi po škole. Je to velmi povedený náčrt malého kluka se silným zaujetím pro svou věc. (29.04.2014)

"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 allways 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 Abacrombie, 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 crime, he likes to paint and read to pass some of 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 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, 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 Abacrombie 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!" (28.11.2007)