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Abominable Animations: A SHORT VISION (BFI 1956)

In this Installment of Abominable Animations FYB is Delighted to Bring You  Controversial, Gory, and Disturbing Anti Nuclear Animated British Film A Short Vision. The Film was Written and Directed by Joan and Peter Foldes in 1956, and was Inspired by one of Peter’s Poems. A Short Vision Depicts the Destruction of the Earth, and  the Brutal Demise of Humanity at the Hands of a Menacing Nuclear Bomb (Referred Only as It in the Film).

It all started when in 1952, the First Successful Detonation of a Hydrogen Bomb that was over 450 times as Powerful as the Bomb America Dropped on Nagasaki in World War 2. This Horrific Potential for Destruction Terrified Peter and They Two began working on a Short Cartoon in Their Kitchen, and in 1956 A Short Vision was Aired on the Popular American Television Talk Show The Ed Sullivan Show.

            

To His Credit Sullivan tried to Prepare the Audience for the Horror of the Film, But His Introduction Fell Short of Warning Viewers that They were about to watch an Interpretation of a Nuclear Holocaust, complete with Bloody, Melting Faces:

“Just last week you read about the H-bomb being dropped. Now two great English Writers, two very imaginative writers-I’m gonna tell you if you have youngsters in the living room tell them not to be alarmed at this ’cause it’s a fantasy, the whole thing is animated-but two English writers, Joan and Peter Foldes, wrote a thing which they called A Short Vision in which they wondered what might happen to the animal population of the world if an H-Bamb were dropped. It’s produced by George K. Authur and I’d like you to see it. It is grim, but I think we can all stand it to realize that in war there is no winner.”

A Short Vision garnered a great deal of Praise from Audiences and Critics, many were Angry and Disturbed by such Graphic Depictions of the Nuclear Apocalypse. Undeterred by the Backlash, Foldes continued Producing Groundbreaking, Socially Conscious Animation throughout His Career.

Thanks for Watching,

  Presented By Les Sober

Yay cinema! part uno

Every since I can remember I have always been a sucker for a great movie. I will literally drop everything when one of my favorites comes onto my television. I will do what I call the G rated Hollywood cyber stalk when I come across any new actor or actress I’ve discovered who can act and is pleasing to the eye. I will literally pan down the list of movies someone has been in and try to watch as many as possible in that one day. Clearly, this has made my amount of blog posting suspect at best or if we are being total honest non-existent.

There is no real great recollection of my first movie. When it comes to theaters, that movie was E.T.  I cried at the end though I really cannot remember. Literally the next thing I remember about movies is making characters that I thought should be in movies. Not in specific movies. In my movies.

I would see these people in my head while in somewhat of a meditative condition. They would tell me all kinds of intricate details about their lives, their dreams, hopes, desires. Of course, since I was 12 and had little knowledge of the world, these were not exactly groundbreaking. I hid them from everyone. I had suspicions that my parents were reading any little thing I ever wrote and I really did not want them seeing.

So all my childhood characters and playmates ran away. In the beginning they simply made their way to the trash can. Later in my teenage years, the pyromania took full effect and they were always burned. Sometimes by a chant, sometimes by the dead silence of the night, it was a way to let them go again. I didn’t need them taking space in my head just in case they were some kind of malevolent spirit.

For a very long time all of these people, characters, and even a few animals went away. Perhaps it was my dabbles in drugs (or lack thereof as I had rampant visions during my teenage nuclear winter years), my self-deprecation gone awry, or modern technology sucking the life out of me. Most likely it was just everything pilling up into some great big shitstorm all at once.

Then something started to change in the past week. It all started with a seizure. I always portend seizures as a sign of change or trouble and I was not sure exactly what this one would bring. The majority occur when I am passed out or crunk as fuck so it honestly was quite the surprise. Luckily I was seated and it was relatively mild, no loss of consciousness, no loss of surroundings.

Afterwards things began to take remarkable change in my life. I noticed myself laughing again and honesty could not remember the last time I seriously laughed at the complete mundaneness of the world.

Something opened up inside of me. It was almost sexual in nature but without any arousal. It felt like being proud of having snagged someone for the night who is out of your league. It felt like passionately kissing a former lover at the train station never to see them again. Waving goodbye at them with the passion of 19th century mob at a departing ship. A few fake I loves exchanged was the cherry on top of your amicably departing orgasms.

Yet this wasn’t sexual. This was more. This was everything. Yeah sure the internal sadness is still here but it’s kind of like this eternally pestering buzzing noise in my apartment. It can always be drowned out. I was doing a decent job swimming until last night.

That is when it all changed yet again.

To be continued…..

By SpaceDog