Podríamos decir que su trabajo en la compañía "Imaginary forces" lo ha convertido en uno de los mejores. Sus créditos han creado escuela, y lo podemos recordar por su magnífico trabajo en SE7EN;
Pero quiero hablaros de los créditos de Dawn of the Dead, que son Geniales.
Una de las características de Cooper es que además de jugar con la tipografía, intenta explicar aquello de la película que se cita, y que en ella no se acaba de explicar. En el caso de Se7en, es la redacción de los cuadernos que escribe el asesino.
En el caso de Dawn of the Dead es aún mejor, ya que de forma estremecedora nos muestra como los Zombies van conquistando el mundo.
Además se acompaña de la Canción de Johnny Cash "the man comes around" ( por cierto me acabo de comprar American V: A Hundred Highway; el último después de la muerte de su mujer. Y es muy bueno)
" The man comes around" pone un poco los pelos de punta, ya que el tono de la canción es un poco apocalíptico.
Si le sumamos la destreza de Cooper, aparecen estos magnífioc y aterradores créditos:
Para muestra de lo bien que queda con la película, la letra:
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell follwed with him.
Johnny Cash
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell follwed with him.
Johnny Cash
7 comentarios:
Nada que no pueda superar yo con mi Windows Movie Maker.
si lo hace le prometo que lo colgaré en la página y lo alabaré durante un post entero.
De verdad señor surlaw.
Me llevaría mucho tiempo y soy una persona con la agenda muy apretada. Además, me faltan actrices.
Si tiene acceso a los zapatos y pintalabios de su madre no le faltan actrices. Como mucho, le faltan huevos.
Nikochan, a mí me parece muy bien que usted se ponga sexy en sus momentos de despendole, pero tiene que entender que no todos compartimos sus aficiones. Por otro lado y a raíz de lo anterior, es lógico suponer que si no tiene problema a la hora de encajar sus pelotas donde no hay lugar reservado para ellas, probablemente sea usted quien carece de ellas (o, como mínimo, calza una talla muy reducida).
Cambiando de tercio: lo que es mi mayor problema a la hora de grabar algo es que no tengo a nadie que me mueva la cámara, y los planos fijos deben acabar haciéndose algo cargantes.
Cabe decir señor surlaw, que creo que en esponjiforme no hay tallas reducidas; excepto en sus camisetas.
Y no se preocupe, si le apetece, aunque sea con planos fijos, yo le comento en un post .
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