You know what scene I really like but have a hard time talking about? The one where Santa Claus finds Jack Skellington in that graveyard and chokes him with his cane.
I’ve had it in my mind for the longest time now, ever since I watched this “deleted scene” ages ago. The D23 Event celebrating Nightmare’s 25th anniversary surfaced these memories when they brought up a certain storyboard depicting this EXACT test, as seen above.
This is pretty different than what we got in the actual movie. Santa shows how upset he is in TNBC and his initial annoyance with Jack, but I never thought he’d go to the extent of grabbing him by the neck with his cane. This is a pretty interesting side of him to see - especially of the design used in this test. The exaggeration of his eyebrows and the mannerisms cry Rankin/Bass Special vibes. There’s even a close-up picture of Santa’s figure:
Take what you will, but I like this deleted scene. The way Zero is animated and interacts with Jack, followed by the noises and sounds, feel really cartooninish, and how he’s used as a tissue is a callback to the original poem written by Tim Burton. It matches the “tv special” vibe Burton first went with Nightmare; it’s pretty similar to the old stop-motion Christmas specials. Sure, Jack’s voice is different and his suit looks completely black(again, a little callback because Jack’s original design had no stripes), but it’s a really neat look to see what has changed.
I’m never satisfied with my work.
I always strive for perfection
though I know it’s an utopian dream
not possible and achievable to attend.
But I wish I could write you a victorian poem
about cinematic kaleidoscopic landscapes
Eva Green ravishing Tim Burton morbid puppet
and vagabond peekaboo mountains
that leaded us to suffocate in sadness and admiration
as demons angels and long ago forgotten muses
out of slumber mumbled and scolded and argued
with demurring butterflies and drunken pixies
leaving a opulent collection of restrained babushka dolls
to stare at the bad ass crowd with opium eyes
and shiver in contempt.
I want to live in a world where it is fall all the time. Where the world’s colour palettes are reds and oranges and yellows and browns and greys. I want to stare out a car window on a foggy day and watch the world behind me disappearing into a a sea of blank nothingness. I want to wear cozy sweaters and nice jackets and knee high boots and black jeans and pretty scarves. I want to sip on hot cocoa as I sit curled up by the fire with a book. I want to play sad songs on the piano in time with the rain outside. I wanna bake pumpkin cookies and make apple cider and cook cinnamon buns. I want to light candles that smell like maple or cinnamon or pumpkins or apple. I want to take hot showers after being out in the sort of cold that chills you to the bone. I want soft music and warm blankets and food and friends and movies. I want to watch fireworks in the dark. I want to take aesthetics photos. I want that feeling right before Halloween where everyone is ready for spooks and scares. I want autumnal makeup and cute beanies and gloves. I want Tim Burton films and old books and fall poems and Halloween special stuff and just… everything that comes with fall.