Corpse Bride (2005) - Tim Burton
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alentejano_alternativo
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Gostei muito deste filme mas vou ter que mencionar um pet peeve, a cena da canção dos esqueletos em que eles desmontam-se, montam-se em formas diferentes etc, pareceu-me um pouco roubada do filme Labyrinth, em que os Fireys faziam isso (embora pronto, como a cena em 1986 não foi feita em CGI, teve muitas limitações, mas é incrível o que fizeram com uma tela preta e fantoches, lol).
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Mas este não foi todo feito em stop-motion tal como o NBX ?lady_didymus wrote:Gostei muito deste filme mas vou ter que mencionar um pet peeve, a cena da canção dos esqueletos em que eles desmontam-se, montam-se em formas diferentes etc, pareceu-me um pouco roubada do filme Labyrinth, em que os Fireys faziam isso (embora pronto, como a cena em 1986 não foi feita em CGI, teve muitas limitações, mas é incrível o que fizeram com uma tela preta e fantoches, lol).
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Excelente filme.
Não lhe mexia em nada para não estragar. Desde o argumento aos aspectos técnicos, passando pela banda sonora, é daqueles filmes que mantêm um espectador colado à tela até ao fim.
Atenção aos jogos de palavras deliciosos. Terá sido uma tarefa difícil de legendagem.
Um filme de pormenores que recomendo sem hesitar.
Não lhe mexia em nada para não estragar. Desde o argumento aos aspectos técnicos, passando pela banda sonora, é daqueles filmes que mantêm um espectador colado à tela até ao fim.
Atenção aos jogos de palavras deliciosos. Terá sido uma tarefa difícil de legendagem.
Um filme de pormenores que recomendo sem hesitar.
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CouchPotato
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Até que enfim! Estava a ver que era só eu!Um filme competente mas nada por aí além. Acho The Nightmare Before Christmas muito superior.
Sou um fã do Tim Burton desde o primeiro minuto, até acho que o Planeta dos Macacos é francamente muito bom, mas esta unanimidade recente perante o génio do senhor já me está a chatear - parece que tudo o que ele faz tem que ser para cima de muito bom...
Ainda gostei muito do "Charlie" mas este Corpse Bride parece-me muito mediano, especialmente para quem já fez a obra-prima que foi o "Nightmare Before Christmas" - nem a música do Elfman, que estava nos píncaros com o "Charlie" me entusiasmou e o resto, das cores à história, aos bonecos era tudo tão segundo a cartilha segundo TB... acho que isto não acrescenta nadinha à obra do senhor e nesse caso - para quê?!
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Aproveito para deixar aqui um interessante texto, na realidade, o conto tradicional russo que inspirou a história:
Once upon a time there was a young man who lived in a village in Russia. He was to be married and he and his friend prepared to go to the village where his bride-to-be lived, two days walk from his own village.
The first night the two friends decided to set up camp by a river. The young man who was going to be married spotted an unusual looking stick in the ground that looked like a bony finger. He and his friend started joking about this bony finger sticking out of the ground and the young man who was going to be married took the golden wedding ring from his pocket and put it on the strange-looking stick. And then he started to do the wedding dance around the stick; he danced around the stick with the golden wedding ring three times and he sang the Jewish wedding song, and recited the entire marriage sacrament as he danced around the stick, he and his friend laughing the whole time.
Their fun stopped suddenly when the earth started rumbling and shaking beneath their feet. The place where the stick had been opened up and a very bedraggled looking corpse emerged, a living corpse, she had been a bride, but now was barely more than a skeleton held together by shreds of skin, still wearing an old torn white silk wedding dress. Worms and spider webs hung on the once-beaded bodice and tattered veil.
The two young men were aghast.
"Ah," she said, "you have done the wedding dance and pronounced the marriage vows and you have put a ring on my finger. Now we are man and wife. I demand my rights as your bride."
Shuddering with terror at the corpse bride's words, the two young men fled to the village where the young bride was waiting to be married. They went straight to the rabbi.
"Rabbi," asked the young man breathlessly, "I have a very important question to ask you. If by some chance you're walking in the woods and you happen to see a stick that looks like a long bony finger coming out of the ground and you happen to put a golden wedding ring on the finger and do the wedding dance and pronounce the wedding vows, is this indeed a real marriage?"
Looking very puzzled, the rabbi asked, "Do you know of such a situation?"
"Oh no, no, of course not, it's just a hypothetical question."
Stroking his long beard thoughfully, the rabbi said, "let me think about it."
And just then, a big gust of wind blew the door open, and in walked the corpse bride. "I lay claim to this man as my husband, for he has placed this wedding ring on my finger and pronounced the solemn marriage vows," she demanded, her bony finger rattling as she shook it at her intended brigegroom.
"This is indeed a very serious matter. I'll have to consult with the other rabbis," said the rabbi.
Soon all the rabbis from the surrounding villages were gathered together. They went into conference, while the two young men anxiously awaited their decision.
The corpse bride waited on the porch tapping her foot, declaring, "I want to celebrate my wedding night with my husband."
These chilling words made every hair on the young man's body stand on end, though it was a warm summer day.
While the rabbis were conferring, the real human bride arrived and wanted to know what all the fuss was about. When her fiance explained just what had happened, she started weeping, "Oh, my life is ruined, all my hopes and dreams are shattered; I'll never be married, never have a family."
Just then the rabbis came out and asked: "Did you indeed put a gold ring on the finger, and did you dance around it three times and did you indeed pronounce the wedding vows in their entirety?"
The two young men who by this time were cowering in a far corner nodded their heads.
Looking very serious the rabbis went back to confer again.
And the young bride wept bitter tears, while the corpse bride was by now gloating at the prospect of her long awaited wedding night.
After a short while the rabbis solemnly marched out, took their seats, and announced, "Since you put the wedding ring on the finger of the corpse bride and you danced around it three times reciting the wedding vows, we have determined that this constitutes a proper wedding ceremony. Even so, we have decided that the dead have no claim upon the living."
Sighing and murmuring could be heard from all corners, the young bride was especially relieved.
The corpse bride, however, howled, "Oh, there goes my last chance for a life; I'll never have my dreams fulfilled now, it's forever lost," and she collapsed on the floor. It was a pathetic sight, a heap of bones in a tattered wedding gown, lying there, lifeless.
Overcome with compassion for the corpse bride, the young bride knelt down and gathered up that old heap of bones, carefully arranging the shredded silk finery and holding her close, half sang, half murmured, as if cradling a crying infant, "dont worry I'll live your dreams for you, I'll live your hopes for you, I'll have your children for you, I'll have enough children for the two of us and you can rest in peace knowing that our children and our children's children will be well cared for and will not forget us."
Tenderly she closed the eyes of the corpse bride, tenderly she held her in her arms and slowly and with measured steps she marched down to the river with her fragile charge, took her down by the river where she dug a shallow grave for her and laid her in it and crossed the bony arms over the bony chest, the one hand clasping the one with the ring on it, and folded the wedding gown around her.
Then she whispered, "May you rest in peace, I will live your dreams for you, don't worry, we will not forget you."
The corpse bride looked happy and at peace in her new grave, as if she somehow knew that she would be fulfilled through this young bride And the young bride covered up, slowly, the corpse bride, covered up the tattered wedding gown in the shallow grave, covered it all up with earth, then put wildflowers all over the grave and stones all around it.
Then the young bride went back to her fiance and they were married in a very solemn wedding ceremony and they lived many happy years together. And all their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren were always told the story of the corpse bride, and so she was not forgotten, nor was the wisdom and compassion she had taught them forgotten either.
Once upon a time there was a young man who lived in a village in Russia. He was to be married and he and his friend prepared to go to the village where his bride-to-be lived, two days walk from his own village.
The first night the two friends decided to set up camp by a river. The young man who was going to be married spotted an unusual looking stick in the ground that looked like a bony finger. He and his friend started joking about this bony finger sticking out of the ground and the young man who was going to be married took the golden wedding ring from his pocket and put it on the strange-looking stick. And then he started to do the wedding dance around the stick; he danced around the stick with the golden wedding ring three times and he sang the Jewish wedding song, and recited the entire marriage sacrament as he danced around the stick, he and his friend laughing the whole time.
Their fun stopped suddenly when the earth started rumbling and shaking beneath their feet. The place where the stick had been opened up and a very bedraggled looking corpse emerged, a living corpse, she had been a bride, but now was barely more than a skeleton held together by shreds of skin, still wearing an old torn white silk wedding dress. Worms and spider webs hung on the once-beaded bodice and tattered veil.
The two young men were aghast.
"Ah," she said, "you have done the wedding dance and pronounced the marriage vows and you have put a ring on my finger. Now we are man and wife. I demand my rights as your bride."
Shuddering with terror at the corpse bride's words, the two young men fled to the village where the young bride was waiting to be married. They went straight to the rabbi.
"Rabbi," asked the young man breathlessly, "I have a very important question to ask you. If by some chance you're walking in the woods and you happen to see a stick that looks like a long bony finger coming out of the ground and you happen to put a golden wedding ring on the finger and do the wedding dance and pronounce the wedding vows, is this indeed a real marriage?"
Looking very puzzled, the rabbi asked, "Do you know of such a situation?"
"Oh no, no, of course not, it's just a hypothetical question."
Stroking his long beard thoughfully, the rabbi said, "let me think about it."
And just then, a big gust of wind blew the door open, and in walked the corpse bride. "I lay claim to this man as my husband, for he has placed this wedding ring on my finger and pronounced the solemn marriage vows," she demanded, her bony finger rattling as she shook it at her intended brigegroom.
"This is indeed a very serious matter. I'll have to consult with the other rabbis," said the rabbi.
Soon all the rabbis from the surrounding villages were gathered together. They went into conference, while the two young men anxiously awaited their decision.
The corpse bride waited on the porch tapping her foot, declaring, "I want to celebrate my wedding night with my husband."
These chilling words made every hair on the young man's body stand on end, though it was a warm summer day.
While the rabbis were conferring, the real human bride arrived and wanted to know what all the fuss was about. When her fiance explained just what had happened, she started weeping, "Oh, my life is ruined, all my hopes and dreams are shattered; I'll never be married, never have a family."
Just then the rabbis came out and asked: "Did you indeed put a gold ring on the finger, and did you dance around it three times and did you indeed pronounce the wedding vows in their entirety?"
The two young men who by this time were cowering in a far corner nodded their heads.
Looking very serious the rabbis went back to confer again.
And the young bride wept bitter tears, while the corpse bride was by now gloating at the prospect of her long awaited wedding night.
After a short while the rabbis solemnly marched out, took their seats, and announced, "Since you put the wedding ring on the finger of the corpse bride and you danced around it three times reciting the wedding vows, we have determined that this constitutes a proper wedding ceremony. Even so, we have decided that the dead have no claim upon the living."
Sighing and murmuring could be heard from all corners, the young bride was especially relieved.
The corpse bride, however, howled, "Oh, there goes my last chance for a life; I'll never have my dreams fulfilled now, it's forever lost," and she collapsed on the floor. It was a pathetic sight, a heap of bones in a tattered wedding gown, lying there, lifeless.
Overcome with compassion for the corpse bride, the young bride knelt down and gathered up that old heap of bones, carefully arranging the shredded silk finery and holding her close, half sang, half murmured, as if cradling a crying infant, "dont worry I'll live your dreams for you, I'll live your hopes for you, I'll have your children for you, I'll have enough children for the two of us and you can rest in peace knowing that our children and our children's children will be well cared for and will not forget us."
Tenderly she closed the eyes of the corpse bride, tenderly she held her in her arms and slowly and with measured steps she marched down to the river with her fragile charge, took her down by the river where she dug a shallow grave for her and laid her in it and crossed the bony arms over the bony chest, the one hand clasping the one with the ring on it, and folded the wedding gown around her.
Then she whispered, "May you rest in peace, I will live your dreams for you, don't worry, we will not forget you."
The corpse bride looked happy and at peace in her new grave, as if she somehow knew that she would be fulfilled through this young bride And the young bride covered up, slowly, the corpse bride, covered up the tattered wedding gown in the shallow grave, covered it all up with earth, then put wildflowers all over the grave and stones all around it.
Then the young bride went back to her fiance and they were married in a very solemn wedding ceremony and they lived many happy years together. And all their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren were always told the story of the corpse bride, and so she was not forgotten, nor was the wisdom and compassion she had taught them forgotten either.
Ricardo Ribeiro
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Re: Corpse Bride (2005) - Tim Burton
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19SLLPgj9Y/Vinte anos depois… o amor eterno regressa ao grande ecrã
A obra de Tim Burton “A Noiva Cadáver” regressa aos Cinemas NOS, e no final, não saias da sala: será acompanhado por um making of com cerca de 7 minutos nunca vistos no grande ecrã.
Garante o teu bilhete em pré-venda, porque há histórias de amor que merecem ser vistas no grande ecrã.
Estreia a 9 de outubro nos Cinemas.
Re: Corpse Bride (2005) - Tim Burton
Boa notícia! 
Que puder vá ver no Cinema. É outra "multitude"
Ainda eram bons tempos para o colecionismo português, no ano de 2005...
Que puder vá ver no Cinema. É outra "multitude"
Ainda eram bons tempos para o colecionismo português, no ano de 2005...
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