Subject: Review: Uncensored Animation Festival
by Sue Blair, April 1998

Uncensored Animation festival
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Shown at the Michigan Theatre. Everyone can send in animation to this
film company which allegedly picks out the best stuff every spring
and fall. The stuff can range from seconds to 5 minutes in length.

Pickings must be pretty small. Out of 1.5 hours of film, the majority
of the films sucked.  

Everyone agreed that the best film was "junky", a little claymation
dealie with a human thrown in. A parrot's owner takes advantage of
its cracker addition. The parrot has American Tourister bags under
its eyes, wears a little wool cap, and pleads with its owner,
shaking, 'just give me the fucking cracker, man'. The parrot gives in
to performing 'tricks' for its owner which involve embarrassing
beastiality scenarios. The parrot wakes up the next day and notices
that he is in the owner's bed. Worse yet, the owner is next to him
lazily scratching himself with feathers on his mouth.  'oh my god-
what have I done?' The parrot searches for dignity, but instead
finds sexually explicit polaroid insta-photos of the night before.
The humanity.

Beat the Meatles is a 'compleat' spoof with really hilarious
animation of hysterical Beatles fans. It remakes Beatles songs with
(you guessed it) a 'beating the meat' theme. I Want to Use My Hand,
Eight Times a Week, Sergeant Pecker's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Penie Lane, Abbey Load, etc. I freely admit that puerile humor
amuses me.

In 'find a routine that works for you' a man cannot find his keys, so
he casually drags over a chair and hangs himself. While asphyxiating,
his life flashes before his eyes and within the progression, he
'sees' where he put his keys, so he matter-of-factly lets himself
down, grabs the keys, and unlocks the door.

There was a little bit of sick and twisted animation which was
good. The best was a cute little furry thing that is in a bin
in a mall pet shop. It pathetically looks out and paws the glass
playfully.  A dude buys it, and takes it into the woods and sets it
free. Immediately, twenty cute little furry things jump out of the
bushes and strip the dude to the bone. The original furry thing
wanders back to the pet store into its little bin.

The rest of the longer films were pretty much pointless, just not
funny, suffered from debiliatating pacing issues, or indicated
that the producers had some serious not-entertaining issues that
need to be worked out with the opposite sex, preferred sex, or the
human race in general.

I think the sick and twisted animation shows are better than this
uncensored animation dealie, so I will check those out if they
come by.