Random Video

I watched this about 10,000 times this weekend.

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

Transcript below the fold.


Stop-Motion Animation -- A very tiny shell with one googly eye in the shell opening and wearing tiny pink shoes shuffles to the edge of a sofa back (various scene backgrounds follow, such as a kitchen table littered with leaves and small plates, a tennis shoe that looms over, a bathroom with a hairbrush on the floor, etc.)

Marcel: My name is Marshell -- oh no! -- that's not the first time I've done that. My name is Marcel and I'm partially a shell, as you can see on my body . . . but . . . I also have shoes, and um, a face . . . so, I like that about myself and I like myself and I have a lot of other great qualities as well.

[title] Marcel the Shell with shoes on [/title]

Marcel: I know how it looks in here but it's not always so messy, but I didn't know that you were gonna have a camera and I wish that you had said that you were gonna be here today, because I didn't -- I didn't clean up (exasperated sigh). I invited some friends from up state to come and eat salad, so, that's -- I'm sorr . . . well, that's just how it looks right now.

Guess what I wear as a hat.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A lentil!

One time I nibbled on a piece of cheese and my cholesterol went up to 900. Guess what I use to tie my skis to my car.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A hair. Guess what my skis are.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: Toenails from a man. Um -- Do you wanna see me talk on the phone?

Camera-person: Sure.

Marcel: (standing on phone) Hello! This is me. What? Yeah. Yeah, I did. Oh yeah. Well, I could do it at -- yes? Wuh -- it would be my pleasure. Uh. . . I did, I did. Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot to write a note. Thank you so much.

Guess what I use for a bean-bag chair.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A raisin. Guess what I do for adventure.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: I hang-glide on a dorito. Guess what I use as a pen.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: I use . . uh . . a pen, but it takes the whole family.

I'm afraid to drink soda, because I'm afraid the bubbles will make me float up onto the ceiling.

OK . . . eh, uh . . . my one regret in life is that I'll never have a dog.

But sometimes I tie a hair to a piece of lint and I drag it around.

[Marcel dragging lint] I love you, come on boy, come, come.

One time I smelled a smell from an old tennis sneaker, and it knocked me right out.

One time I looked at a diamond, and it gave me a sunburn.

[standing next to the lint-dog] His name is Allen. Guess where I found him.

Camera-person: Where?

Marcel: Under a tooth. Well, you know what they say . . .

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: Lint is a shell's best friend.

[next to crayons] You wanna watch me try to lift this?

Camera-person: Sure.

Marcel: Alright. [tries to lift crayon -- grunting and groaning] No, I can't, I can't. I can't lift anything up at all.

[in front of toilet] Sometimes people say that my head is too big for my body, and then I say -- compared to WHAT?!

[in front of hairbrush] My brother once got in a fight with someone else, and guess how he killed him . . .

Camera-person: How?

Marcel: He impaled him on a brush.

Camera-person: That sounds very violent . . .

Marcel: We won't fight unless we're provoked.

[dragging lint] Here! Come here! Come here . . .(grunting, tugging) Come heeere! I love you, come . . . . agh!!!


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