Extraordinary Tales Page #2

Synopsis: An animated anthology of 5 stories adapted from Edgar Allan Poe.
Director(s): Raul Garcia
  4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.5
Metacritic:
59
NOT RATED
Year:
2013
73 min
394 Views


Guilt never leads to any good.

If anything you are haunted...

Haunted by sorrow,

guilty not of a crime, but of

the inability to stop me...

If anything, I am guilty of

giving my readers

what they want.

A glimpse of redemption,

stories with a moral

where justice always triumphs.

Is this what you mean?

It is impossible to say how

first the idea entered my brain;

but once conceived,

it haunted me day and night.

Object,

there was none,

I loved the old man.

He had never wronged me.

He had never given me insult,

and for his money,

I had no desire.

I think

it was his eye!

Yes, that was it!

One of his eyes resembled

that of a vulture.

I made up my mind

to take the life of the old man,

and thus rid myself

of the eye forever.

You should have seen

how wisely I proceeded,

with what caution and foresight

I went to work.

And every night, about midnight,

I turned the latch of

his door and opened it.

And then, when my

head was well in the room,

I undid the lantern cautiously,

oh, so cautiously.

I undid it just so much

that a single thin ray

fell upon the vulture eye.

But I found the

eye always closed;

and so

it was impossible

to do the work;

for it was not the old man

who vexed me,

but his Evil Eye.

I was never kinder

to the old man than during

the whole week

before I killed him.

And this I did for

seven long nights.

Every night, just at midnight.

But I found the

eye always closed.

Upon the eighth night

I was more than usually cautious

in opening the door.

A watch's minute hand moves

more quickly than did mine.

When I was about to

open the lantern,

my thumb slipped

upon the tin fastening.

And the old man sprang up in bed

crying out:
Who's there?

He had been trying

to fancy them causeless.

He had been saying to himself:

"It is nothing

but the wind in the chimney.

It is only a mouse

crossing the floor."

But all in vain...

Then, there came to my ears

a low, dull, quick sound

such as the watch makes

when enveloped in cotton.

I knew that sound well.

It was the beating

of the old man's heart.

Meantime the hellish tattoo

of the heart increased.

It grew quicker and quicker,

louder and louder,

every instant.

The old man's hour had come!

He shrieked once, only once.

The old man was dead.

His eye would

trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad,

you will think so no longer

when I describe

the wise precautions I took

for the concealment of the body.

First of all I

dismembered the corpse,

I then took up three planks

from the flooring

and deposited all

between the scantlings.

I then replaced the boards

so cleverly, so cunningly,

that no human eye could have

detected anything wrong.

There entered three men,

who introduced themselves

as officers of the police.

A shriek had been heard by

a neighbor during the night

and they had been deputed

to search the premises.

I bid the gentleman welcome.

The shriek, I said,

was my own in a dream.

The old man, I mentioned,

was absent in the country.

The officers were satisfied,

my manner had convinced them.

But, ere long,

I felt myself getting pale

and wished them gone.

My head ached

and I fancied a

ringing in my ears.

I found that the noise

was not within my ears.

I gasped for breath,

and yet the officers

heard it not.

Why would they not be gone?

Oh God!

What could I do?

Was it possible they heard not?

No!... No!

They heard;

they suspected!

THEY KNEW!

They were making mockery

of my horror.

"Villains!"

I shrieked, "I admit the deed!

"Tear up the planks!

"Here,

"here!

"It is the beating

"of his hideous heart!"

So you presume

everyone is guilty

of some unfathomable crime?

A crime that should

remain unpunished?

I feel flattered.

Your obsession with death is to

my ears like a sweet love song.

What do you mean, obsession?

Come with me,

don't delay for another second.

Being alive in this world

brings you more unbearable pain

and suffering than those

who wish to sleep forever

even as you try to extend life

beyond my sweet embrace.

I remember vaguely,

once I wrote about a doctor.

Someone who challenged you.

My attention, for

the last three years,

had been repeatedly drawn

to the subject of Mesmerism.

In Boston, a 13-year-old

child under hypnosis

could diagnose his own illness,

one which his own doctors

could not determine.

And in India, a paraplegic,

placed in a similar

hypnotic state,

managed to take some steps!

Imagine, Mr. Valdemar,

the progress that Mesmerism

offers to science!

My friend,

I respect your enthusiasm,

but for my part, I can't disavow

my skepticism

about the future of hypnosis.

Our table is waiting for

us at the Black Swan.

In addition, it

seems that no person

has as yet been mesmerized

in articulo mortis.

What a great testimony

will that be,

witnessing the transition

between life and death.

My friend, if you promise

to change the subject,

I am ready to volunteer myself

to this experiment

at the time of my death.

Really?

Yes, but rest assured,

I have no intention

of dying anytime soon!

It is now rather more

than seven months

since last time I talked

with M. Valdemar.

Phthisis has attacked my lungs.

They give me a few

months at most.

M. Valdemar,

do you remember your promise?

I beg your pardon?

Yes, the idea may seem absurd,

but think of all you

have to gain now.

No...

I don't know.

Allow me to consider it.

Valdemar, you are condemned.

You have no family or home.

What have you to lose?

Promise me you will

think about it.

Very well,

lam in your hands.

It was finally arranged between

us that he would send for me

about twenty-four

hours before the period

announced by his physicians

as that of his decease.

I received this note

within half an hour

after it was written,

and in fifteen minutes more,

I was in the dying

man's chamber.

It was about five

minutes to eight when,

taking the patient's hand,

I begged him to state

as distinctly as he could

to Dr. L whether he

was entirely willing

that I should make the

experiment of mesmerizing him

in his then condition.

Yes, I wish to be mesmerized.

I fear you have

deferred it too long.

At five minutes before eleven,

I perceived unequivocal signs

of the mesmeric influence.

When I had accomplished this,

it was fully midnight,

and I requested the

gentlemen present

to examine

M. Valdemar's condition.

The patient's extremities

were of an icy coldness.

Still, the general appearance

was not that of death.

Monsieur Valdemar,

are you asleep?

Yes,

I am asleep now.

Do not wake me!

Let me die so!

It was now the opinion,

or rather the wish,

of the physicians,

that M. Valdemar should be

suffered to remain undisturbed

in his present apparently

tranquil condition,

until death should supervene,

and this,

it was now generally agreed,

must take place

within a few minutes.

I concluded, however,

to speak to him

once more.

Monsieur Valdemar,

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. Poe is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.Poe was born in Boston, the second child of two actors. His father abandoned the family in 1810, and his mother died the following year. Thus orphaned, the child was taken in by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia. They never formally adopted him, but Poe was with them well into young adulthood. Tension developed later as John Allan and Edgar repeatedly clashed over debts, including those incurred by gambling, and the cost of secondary education for the young man. Poe attended the University of Virginia but left after a year due to lack of money. Poe quarreled with Allan over the funds for his education and enlisted in the Army in 1827 under an assumed name. It was at this time that his publishing career began, albeit humbly, with the anonymous collection Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian". With the death of Frances Allan in 1829, Poe and Allan reached a temporary rapprochement. However, Poe later failed as an officer cadet at West Point, declaring a firm wish to be a poet and writer, and he ultimately parted ways with John Allan. Poe switched his focus to prose and spent the next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move among several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. In Richmond in 1836, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin. In January 1845, Poe published his poem "The Raven" to instant success. His wife died of tuberculosis two years after its publication. For years, he had been planning to produce his own journal The Penn (later renamed The Stylus), though he died before it could be produced. Poe died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849, at age 40; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, "brain congestion", cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents.Poe and his works influenced literature in the United States and around the world, as well as in specialized fields such as cosmology and cryptography. Poe and his work appear throughout popular culture in literature, music, films, and television. A number of his homes are dedicated museums today. The Mystery Writers of America present an annual award known as the Edgar Award for distinguished work in the mystery genre. more…

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