Friday, August 15, 2014

Absolutely excruciating! (but not then)

Yoo Hoo, Killed Cock Robin? (Pogo version)

The Dancing Pig - My Favorite Silent Film

This is a favorite, one I've posted before, but let's trot it out again, shall we? Well, I'm doing it anyway.

Obviously this is some sort of crude vaudeville act that has been filmed with a still camera. The dancers are almost out of frame for most of it, and a man leaps in to remove chairs and other props, something you don't see in too many movies these days. But the most remarkable feature of this, which of course I have giffed in three speeds (small, medium and large), is the mugging at the end, in which the pig shows off all the technical marvels of his facial features, a tongue that sticks out and waves, nasty-looking fangs, etc. I'm not sure how the guy in the suit managed all this, but you will notice most of it took place during a head shot at the end. Keep your eye on the pig's neck, and you will plainly see hands working the strings and levers. As if it needed to be any creepier.

And now, for your enjoyment and edification, The Director's Cut by Wes Craven, a. k. a. A Nightmare on Pig Street. The fun begins at 3:52!

Who Killed Cock Robin?

Who killed Cock Robin 

"Who killed Cock Robin?"

 "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."

"Who saw him die?" 

"I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."

"Who caught his blood?" 

"I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."

"Who'll make the shroud?"

 "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."

"Who'll dig his grave?"

 "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."

"Who'll be the parson?" 

"I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."

"Who'll be the clerk?"

 "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."

"Who'll carry the link?"

 "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."

"Who'll be chief mourner?"

 "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."

"Who'll carry the coffin?" 

"I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."

"Who'll bear the pall?" 

"We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."

"Who'll sing a psalm?" 

"I," said the Thrush,
As she sat on a bush, "I'll sing a psalm."

"Who'll toll the bell?" 

"I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."

All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin

Poor Cock Robin.