October 14.It was difficult, complicated in every possible sense. It was a dilemma for everyone involved, yet it was also the kind of idea that slowly took shape. That was the nature of productions: they came and went, and one project always led to another. The real task was to complete them, to make sure opportunities appeared and that everything eventually came together.
--It was very funny. - Cristina laughed.
—Well, I don’t have much practice with these gallops; I used to ride some time ago, but that was years back. I think I handled ponies with far more skill —replied Billy.
He was not a stunt double; he preferred things his own way, at least in some sense. He had spent time turning every idea into something clean and precise. That was his work—to transform fear into something entirely different.
--You owe me a meal. —Cristina replied.
They had wagered a meal; that was what happened in these situations. People bet whatever they could, and later they waited to see if it would truly come to pass. Billy looked at Cristina and imagined her in certain roles, perhaps special parts set in Middle-earth.
--I think I owe you two meals. —Billy replied calmly.
--Two meals? - she asked.
—You know, one for the night and another for the morning. —Billy commented with sarcasm.
It was his way of suggesting something else entirely: that tonight she would be with him. It was simply his own peculiar manner of speaking.
--Are you saying you’re taking me out to eat twice? What exactly are you talking about? - Cristina asked.
Billy could only laugh now as he looked at her innocent face.
The scene required them to perform a rapid gallop, followed by a slower one for the shots the director wanted, while they delivered the lines of their encounter.
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Scene 43.
—Cut. —whispers Tim Burton.
He is more than aware of the difficulty of the moment; the hour and the place themselves feel almost hostile.
They are a little forgotten now, almost completely. Billy feels that even with the exercise everything has turned into a real fiasco. The things he once considered simple now feel like a genuine problem. What a mess, what a troublesome outcome this work can become.
—Good work, Billy —Tim told him. —But I think we should do it again. Try to make it your own; I can see you have an idea in your head. Just erase it and let yourself be guided.
That was the way Tim worked. His filming rhythm was almost absurd, because he was not always searching for perfection. He would shoot multiple takes whenever possible, following what felt right to him. That was his method—he did things as they suited him best, and that was why he repeated the same words so often.
Tim Burton’s cinema is defined by a gothic and fantastical aesthetic that blends darkness, strange humor, and emotional sensitivity when stories reach their full expression.
His films often present visually stylized worlds shaped by his imagination, always accompanied by distorted architecture, sharp contrasts of light, and intense colors. One might even say it carries echoes of German Expressionism: marginalized or eccentric characters. Billy understands this well. Burton’s particular style combines tenderness with the macabre and the deeply intriguing. He always has a clear vision of how to film a scene, which is why he creates extensive drawings for nearly every image. For Burton, art lies in expressing what is different and imaginative without fully submitting to commercial rules; that is why his works value individuality and strangeness, showing that what seems unusual or marginal can contain beauty, emotion, and humanity.
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Scene 44. Take 2 -
EXT. WESTERN WOODS — DAY
The Horseman rides at full speed on Daredevil.
EXT. BEHIND IN THE WESTERN WOODS — DAY
Ichabod rides as fast as Gunpowder can carry him.
INT. KILLIAN HOUSE — KITCHEN — DAY
A small house. Killian, Thomas, and Beth have finished dinner. Beth gathers the plates while Killian cleans his teeth with a knife.
THOMAS: May I retire, father?
KILLIAN: Do you deserve it?
THIRD MAN
(timidly)
I believe so.
KILLIAN
(smiling)
Then go.
Thomas rises from his chair. He walks to the fireplace to light a tallow wick, which he carries into the adjoining room.
INT. KILLIAN HOUSE — WHITE ROOM — DAY
Thomas drops to the floor and lights his MAGIC LANTERN: a lantern with a glass casing painted with silhouettes of lions and monsters. Thomas turns the lantern and watches the walls as the shadows of the creatures are projected across them. He roars at them, imagining they are real and delighting in the game.
INT. KILLIAN HOUSE — KITCHEN — DAY
Beth returns to collect more plates.
BETH: Don’t clean your teeth like that. You’re teaching Thomas bad habits.
Killian pulls her playfully toward him.
KILLIAN: I am a bad habit. There’s no cure for me.
BETH: (kissing him) No one knows that better than I do.
-Cut. -
Chapter 785: A good work tool.
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