• "(bkz: snow white and the seven dwarves)"




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    şimdi filmi şu anki algımızla değerlendirsek, "bu ne lan??" deyip köşeye atarız-
    ki, filmi ben pek sevmem misal..
    ancak, bu yöntem filmi doğru düzgün ele almamızı engeller bi yandan: o yüzden filmleri yapıldıkları dönem ve sonrasındaki etkileri bağlamında konumlandıran tarihsel eleştiri sularına yelken açmalıyız-
    ki, bu da -yine, pek sevdiğim bir yöntem değil: zira, işin ucu citizen kane'i "tüm zamanların en iyi filmi.." addetmeye çıkıyor zaman zaman: çoğu zaman -her zaman..
    (http://yucitek.blogspot.com/…nu-snow-white-and.html)


    (ug tek - 28 Temmuz 2010 21:44)

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    aynı zamanda 1971 tarihli bir anne sexton şiiridir.

    no matter what life you lead
    the virgin is a lovely number:
    cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
    arms and legs made of limoges,
    lips like vin du rhône,
    rolling her china-blue doll eyes
    open and shut.
    open to say,
    good day mama,
    and shut for the thrust
    of the unicorn.
    she is unsoiled.
    she is as white as a bonefish.

    once there was a lovely virgin
    called snow white.
    say she was thirteen.
    her stepmother,
    a beauty in her own right,
    though eaten, of course, by age,
    would hear of no beauty surpassing her own.
    beauty is a simple passion,
    but, oh my friends, in the end
    you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.
    the stepmother had a mirror to which she referred—
    something like the weather forecast—
    a mirror that proclaimed
    the one beauty of the land.
    she would ask,
    looking glass upon the wall,
    who is fairest of us all?
    and the mirror would reply,
    you are the fairest of us all.
    pride pumped in her like poison.

    suddenly one day the mirror replied,
    queen, you are full fair, ‘tis true,
    but snow white is fairer than you.
    until that moment snow white
    had been no more important
    than a dust mouse under the bed.
    but now the queen saw brown spots on her hand
    and four whiskers over her lip
    so she condemned snow white
    to be hacked to death.
    bring me her heart, she said to the hunter,
    and i will salt it and eat it.
    the hunter, however, let his prisoner go
    and brought a boar’s heart back to the castle.
    the queen chewed it up like a cube steak.
    now i am fairest, she said,
    lapping her slim white fingers.

    snow white walked in the wildwood
    for weeks and weeks.
    at each turn there were twenty doorways
    and at each stood a hungry wolf,
    his tongue lolling out like a worm.
    the birds called out lewdly,
    talking like pink parrots,
    and the snakes hung down in loops,
    each a noose for her sweet white neck.
    on the seventh week
    she came to the seventh mountain
    and there she found the dwarf house.
    it was as droll as a honeymoon cottage
    and completely equipped with
    seven beds, seven chairs, seven forks
    and seven chamber pots.
    snow white ate seven chicken livers
    and lay down, at last, to sleep.

    the dwarfs, those little hot dogs,
    walked three times around snow white,
    the sleeping virgin. they were wise
    and wattled like small czars.
    yes. it’s a good omen,
    they said, and will bring us luck.
    they stood on tiptoes to watch
    snow white wake up. she told them
    about the mirror and the killer-queen
    and they asked her to stay and keep house.
    beware of your stepmother,
    they said.
    soon she will know you are here.
    while we are away in the mines
    during the day, you must not
    open the door.

    looking glass upon the wall …
    the mirror told
    and so the queen dressed herself in rags
    and went out like a peddler to trap snow white.
    she went across seven mountains.
    she came to the dwarf house
    and snow white opened the door
    and bought a bit of lacing.
    the queen fastened it tightly
    around her bodice,
    as tight as an ace bandage,
    so tight that snow white swooned.
    she lay on the floor, a plucked daisy.
    when the dwarfs came home they undid the lace
    and she revived miraculously.
    she was as full of life as soda pop.
    beware of your stepmother,
    they said.
    she will try once more.

    snow white, the dumb bunny,
    opened the door
    and she bit into a poison apple
    and fell down for the final time.
    when the dwarfs returned
    they undid her bodice,
    they looked for a comb,
    but it did no good.
    though they washed her with wine
    and rubbed her with butter
    it was to no avail.
    she lay as still as a gold piece.

    the seven dwarfs could not bring themselves
    to bury her in the black ground
    so they made a glass coffin
    and set it upon the seventh mountain
    so that all who passed by
    could peek in upon her beauty.
    a prince came one june day
    and would not budge.
    he stayed so long his hair turned green
    and still he would not leave.
    the dwarfs took pity upon him
    and gave him the glass snow white—
    its doll’s eyes shut forever—
    to keep in his far-off castle.
    as the prince’s men carried the coffin
    they stumbled and dropped it
    and the chunk of apple flew out
    of her throat and she woke up miraculously.

    and thus snow white became the prince’s bride.
    the wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast
    and when she arrived there were
    red-hot iron shoes,
    in the manner of red-hot roller skates,
    clamped upon her feet.
    first your toes will smoke
    and then your heels will turn black
    and you will fry upward like a frog,
    she was told.
    and so she danced until she was dead,
    a subterranean figure,
    her tongue flicking in and out
    like a gas jet.
    meanwhile snow white held court,
    rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut
    and sometimes referring to her mirror
    as women do.


    (lazylittleprince - 26 Eylül 2010 18:27)

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    sergei eisenstein'ın izlediği en iyi film olduğunu belirttiği ilk uzun metraj walt disney animasyonu. seçmeyip, seçilmeyi beklemeyi öğütlüyor olması eleştirilebilir konu. ama ben daha mühim bir konuya dikkati çekmek isterim. elmanın zehrinin panzehiri bir prens tarafından öpülmek! orda o kadar tutkulu cüceler var. onlarda eminim öpse ölüyü yerinden kaldırabilecek kudrette adamlardır. hadi modern dünyanın davul bile dengi dengine mesajını da geçtim. sembolizme gelelim. elma nedir? âdem ve havva’yı hatırlayın. evet, elma ilk günahtır; şehvettir. peki, ne iyileştiriyor şehveti. romantik bir öpücük! “tavşanlar gibi düzüşmeyin. önce prensinizi bulun.“ diyor. sayın seyirciler buna inanabiliyor musunuz? küçücük el kadar çocuğun bilinçaltına soktuğuna bakar mısınız yapılan ilk animasyonun.


    (basliksiz fuze - 13 Kasım 2011 19:17)

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    ilk uzun metraj çizgi film. snow white o kadar güzeldir ki cüceler onu toprağın altına gömemez, madenden çıkardıklarıyla bir tabut yapar yas tutarlar. ama bir eksiği vardır, tabutta hava girişi yoktur. neden yoktur peki? evet bildiniz, yaratıcı ekibin kafası hoştur.


    (renascimento - 12 Temmuz 2014 11:59)

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