The short film
by the godlike Tim Burton
used stop-motion animation
and cel animation
, much like the Nightmare Before Christmas
would twelve years later. In another Nightmare Before Christmas precursor, Vincent's gothic imaginary world appears in black and white, rather reminiscent of Halloweentown
. There is no dialogue; instead, a poem
written by Burton is read (by Vincent Price
!) over the animation. The film is available on the special edition DVD
of Nightmare... Here is the complete text of the poem.
Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
He's always polite
and does what he's told.
For a boy his age he's considerate
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cat,
Though he'd rather share a house with spiders and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors
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
Then he and his horrible zombie-dog,
Could go searching for victims in the London Fog
He thoughts though aren't only of goulish 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 sent to the Tower of Doom
Where he was to spend the rest of his life,
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
All alone and insane
, encased in his tomb,
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'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 the hall,
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak,
His horrid insanity had reached it's peak!
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made goulish 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 Allen Poe
"And my soul from out that shadow, that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted - Nevermore
!" P.S. This was all hand-transcribed, as I've never found a published copy of the poem. If any noders know where I can find one, please /msg me, as I'd dearly love to check my linebreaks. Thanks