Merupakan sebuah filem biopik animasi berkisarkan kehidupan
dan misteri disebalik kematian pelukis dari belanda terkenal sekitar tahun 1890.
Vincent van Gogh bukan sahaja terkenal dengan karya lukisan minyaknya malah kisah tragedi yang
menimpa kepadanya. Seorang pelukis yang tidak dihargai karyanya sepanjang hidup
namun menjadi terkenal dan paling berpengaruh setelah kematiannya.
Usaha pembikinan filem ini mengunakan 65,000 buah lukisan
minyak lukisan tangan sepenuhnya oleh
125 pelukis dari seluruh dunia dengan mengunakan impasto iaitu kaedah pelukis
asal itu sendiri. Menarik lagi perjalanan filem ini dihidupkan lagi dengan
mengunakan kombinasi animasi kaedah rotoskop digabungkan dengan landskap dan figura daripada
lukisan asal pelukis. Kualiti visual lukisan yang unik diasaskan dengan lukisan
minyak mengerakkan watak dan suasana dalam lukisan Van Gogh.
Secara peribadi, filem ini merupakan filem terbaik yang
ditunggu-tunggu sepanjang tahun 2017, disebalik kekecewaan terhadap filem-filem 2017
lain yang menarik perhatian aku dengan teaser dan rumor yang hebat pada
mulanya.
Filem yang mesti tonton kepada peminat filem bertemakan animasi/drama/biografi/seni lukisan.
Don Mclean - Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will..
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will..
Rujukan filem lain :-
Lust for life (1956)
Van Gogh : Brush with genius (2009)
“We cannot speak other than by our paintings”
“We cannot speak other than by our paintings”
Ditulis oleh Van Gogh sendiri seminggu sebelum membunuh diri/dibunuh.