Глубоко-глубоко в Брагино...

Информация о пользователе

Привет, Гость! Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.


Вы здесь » Глубоко-глубоко в Брагино... » Искусство принадлежит... (музыка, кино и пр.) » Великий Тим Бертон и многоликий Джонни Депп в его фильмах


Великий Тим Бертон и многоликий Джонни Депп в его фильмах

Сообщений 1 страница 4 из 4

1

Не для кого не секрет, что знаменитому тандему Депп-Бертон уже больше 10 лет. Впервые они встретились на съемках Эдвард руки-ножницы в 1990 году, и с тех пор создали уже шесть шедевральных картин. К этим картинам относятся(это так, вдруг кто не знает): Эдвард руки-ножницы, упомянутый выше, Эд Вуд, Сонная лощина, Чарли и школадная фабрика, Труп невесты и свежеиспеченый Суини Тодд:демон парикмахер с Флит стрит. Помимо их деловых отношений, эти два велиуих человека сохраняют крепкую дружбу. Джонни является крестным дочери Тима и Хелены, а те в благодарность назвали свою дочь Джоанна Лили-Роуз Бертон.
Они дружат уже много лет, а все еще не перестают восхищаться друг другом. Джонни о Тиме:"Он художник, гений, чудак, безумец, блестящий, храбрый, смешной до истерики, преданный, не признающий традиций, настоящий друг. Я в огромном долгу перед ним... Я никогда не встречал человека столь ясно не от мира сего и при этом находящемся на своем месте. Единственно ему принадлежащем месте"
Но и Тим в долгу не остается:" Джонни великолепно работается, и, кажется, он может сыграть все что угодно. Это мне в нем и нравится. Я люблю хамелеонов, я люблю людей, которым нравится меняться и пробовать что-то новое. Это великолепно, ведь это помогает сотрудничеству. Когда художники-декораторы, с которыми вы работаете, пишут удивительное небо, это вдохновляет. С актером – то же самое. Вы имеете определенное представление о чем-либо, и актер воплощает это, но ведь и у актеров есть собственные представления, и это также является для меня отличным импульсом. Я вижу сходство в характерах, сыгранных Джонни, но при этом они разные... Он никогда не остается одним и тем же. В этом есть вся его красота".
И это только малая часть того, что я могу сейчас написать. Теперь ваша очередь писать, оставлять свои отзывы, критику в адрес тандема Депп-Бертон 8-)

увеличить

Отредактировано Oompa Loompa (2008-05-17 23:40:12)

0

2

Первым фильмом "тандема", мной просмотренного, была "Сонная Лощина". До сих пор осталась любимым фильмом, ни разу, кстати, не смотренном на русском (а смотрела я ее не меньше 500 раз без преувеличений точно)))...
Вообще все фильмы их блестящи, кроме Свинника  :blush: ну не пошел у меня этот фильм, не пошел.
Но вообще давно уже считаю Бертона гораздо более интересной личностью, чем Деппа. И давнооо уже не признаю фанатизма по поводу Дж.Д., если честно.
Фанаты Бертона - прелестные психи, которые обставляют комнату героями "Трупа невесты", вышивают Джека на черных чехлах для телефона, цитируют Винсента Прайса...

0

3

Щедрый подарок от меня любителям Бертона(знаю, что я скромная)

The 'Vincent'-Poem, written by Tim Burton.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven' and children's stories by Dr. Seuss.

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as 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 has 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 Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that 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 some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen 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 incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, 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'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 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
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave

She spoke through 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 badness, 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" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."

0

4

Если уж на то пошло, вот Вам Кошмар перед Рождеством:
And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

It was the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.
There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

the end
Poem copyright Tim Burton

0


Вы здесь » Глубоко-глубоко в Брагино... » Искусство принадлежит... (музыка, кино и пр.) » Великий Тим Бертон и многоликий Джонни Депп в его фильмах