Тим Бертон: выставка
Меня впечатлил фильм Тима Бертона "Труп Невесты" (Corpse Bride) пару лет тому назад, с тех пор интересуюсь творчеством этого интересного человека. Выставка проходит в ACMI и по четвергам туда пускают аж до 10 вечера. Вот такое чудо висит на входе:
Оказывается, ТБ не только замечательный художник - он еще и писатель-юморист. Оцените эту поэму про мальчика-робота; к сожалению, русского перевода не нашла, а сама перевести не решаюсь:
Mr. and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life,
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs Smith would be a mom which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
Ii wasn’t human at all, it was a robot boy!
He wasn’t warm and cuddly and he didn’t have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tube sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
Mr Smith yelled at the doctor,
“What have you done to my boy?”
He’s not flesh and blood, he’s aluminium alloy.”
The doctor said gently,
“What I’m going to say will sound pretty wild,
But you’re not the father of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question about the child’s gender,
But we think that is father a microwave blender”.
The Smiths’ lives were now with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband and he hated his wife.
He never forget her unholy alliance:
A sexual encounter with a kitchen appliance
And Robot Boy grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken for a garbage can.
Оказывается, ТБ не только замечательный художник - он еще и писатель-юморист. Оцените эту поэму про мальчика-робота; к сожалению, русского перевода не нашла, а сама перевести не решаюсь:
Mr. and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life,
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs Smith would be a mom which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
Ii wasn’t human at all, it was a robot boy!
He wasn’t warm and cuddly and he didn’t have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tube sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
Mr Smith yelled at the doctor,
“What have you done to my boy?”
He’s not flesh and blood, he’s aluminium alloy.”
The doctor said gently,
“What I’m going to say will sound pretty wild,
But you’re not the father of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question about the child’s gender,
But we think that is father a microwave blender”.
The Smiths’ lives were now with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband and he hated his wife.
He never forget her unholy alliance:
A sexual encounter with a kitchen appliance
And Robot Boy grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken for a garbage can.