Heroes and Heroines
This is just a post script to my Heros and Heroines blog. I finally got around to watching illustrator JONNY HANNAH’S, 5 minute award winning film called ‘the man with the beautiful eyes’. I found it on youtube and I really enjoyed it. There were some lovely touches such as the stone thrown into the goldfish pond and the ripple effect, I also really liked the way the man with the beautiful eyes visual descriptipn in the poem was animated by Jonny Hannah, the stubble and the unkempt hair. I also liked the blinds drawn at the beginning, the dates flashing past like a hopscotch game, the staggered animatation of the people in the video and the way he panned across as if in real space. I loved the end of the film, the way it pulled out from a town into a map of America then into a typewiter and finally into a street scene with shoppers and just the audio of traffic passing. There were a lot of variety of camera shots with the animation, lots of panning, close ups, long shots, mid shots and zooming in, so it was interesting also from this point of view as we have just been doing our first video production.
It film was based on a poem and it reminded my a bit of ‘to kill a mocking bird’ only with a grittier feel and more underlying subversive message and emotion – leaving a carefree childhood for the worries and responsibility of adulthood.
Here is the poem which was the audio for the animation throughout.
the man with the beautiful eyes
when we were kids
there was a strange
house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard
voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
(although there was no
Jane).
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
they came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.
our parents had
told us:
“never go near that
house.”
so, of course,
we went.
we wondered if anybody
lived there.
weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.
then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
“YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!”
it was a man’s
voice.
then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked
out.
he was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
he was about
30.
he had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a
shave.
his hair was
wild and
uncombed
and he was
barefoot
in undershirt
and pants.
but his eyes
were
bright.
they blazed
with brightness
and he said,
“hey little
gentlemen,
having a good
time, I
hope?”
then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.
we left,
went back to my
parent’s yard
and thought
about it.
our parents,
we decided
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.
our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
that’s why they
wanted us
to stay
away.
but
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
we went back
many times
for many
weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.
the shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.
then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.
it had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.
we went back to
my parents’ yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.
they had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.
and
we were afraid
then
that
all through our lives
things like that
would
happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.
Below – some clips from the film
