

an unjaundiced eye - Reviewing the best of world animation




Misunderstanding the message she throws the animal a bone on which he promptly urinates. For the girl it is party time and she gives herself up to the high tempo music and such excesses as are available in this hedonistic world. From hereon in the action becomes ever more firmly rooted in mythology, surrealism and symbolism. She is rescued from drowning, mummified, entombed, only to emerge from a drain in a modern city where Death is a pavement vendor and her guide still the dog though now handsomely clad in a suit. She confronts the good things of life: musicians, Shakespeare, sculptors, a painter in the sky whose drawings come alive as a white bird and a library full of riches. She carries in her arms a rolled up document from the library that looks suspiciously like a baby. Leaving the library we see the three are perched high on a pyramid above the clouds. The package is revealed to be what one suspected and the girl has to walk a precarious balancing act in the clouds. The three become a family as the mood lightens and we hear a child's laughter and light guitar music. The events turn full circle. Mixing ancient myth with the modern world (Anubis and the River Styx separating our world from Hades) Alison's complex work is not always easy to follow in all its machinations though the broad thrust is there: the choices in life, the distractions, dangers, rewards. Like her other works featured here Alison produces parables for today's society, woman in particular. Life is a difficult journey she informs us, but there is a better way of life. In this sense the beautifully designed and drawn short could have been produced today. It is ageless.









illing the hunters. The victory is given added poignancy because we see the action from a future in which the boy has grown to manhood and is riddled with consumption. The actual sequence covered in the extract reveals Utaaq fishing in the frozen land, and enduring the ordeal of climbing into the mountains. Graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts in Lyon in 1986, Luc moved to Denmark in 1997 where he has experimented with acrylic paint scanned into 2D software. The result is fluid, distinctive animation with some ravishing depiction of the Innuit landscape. The flickering and striking imagery, strong, vibrant use of colour together with the subject matter suggest it will do well in the international festivals. Shaman is a joint Denmark/France production for the film company Dansk Tegnefilm. Like most of the movies I am featuring this week it is short-listed for Annecy 2008. Luc's technique is also used to marvellous effect in Underground Railroad Cincinnati’s National Underground Railroad Freedom Center (the clip is taken from Acme Filmworks showcase.) The dramatic animation from the museum depicts the grim days of slavery in which a young black man flees from a ferocious dog through the swamps. Such style and technique is of the finest quality.





Directors Naomi Nishimura and Jonathan Garin's 3D CGI work is, from what I can tell, integrated with stop frame techniques to good effect. The pair, alongside Lydia Holness (executive producer on this project), run the New York-based company, PandaPanther. Should all the gore get too much imbibe on a South African apple beverage I know not of, Sarita, or more particularly the ultra-refreshing new commercial, Apple Tree, created stylishly in translucent fashion as witnessed in the screenshot. The company does have a nicely varied output with Chimney Sweep being one of two shorts they made for MTV recently. Intended to raise awareness of pollution issues, this piece seems a bit guns out, boys' stuff until you realise the warplanes are firing corks at chimneys, or something like that. Masks, by the way, is one of a number of movies I have been (or will be) featuring that have successfully gained admission to Annecy 2008.

Animals save the Planet is a very clever advertising campaign aimed at changing the UK's profligate use of resources. Aardman Animation has been commissioned by
Animal Planet to produce a series of ten animated shorts each featuring a different animal and having a diverse range of targets. Dawn French provides the narration for a cow that gets embarrassed because of all its noxious emissions (eat less meat), a camel that stores its bottled water in its hump rather than use a plastic bag (not the message being pushed here but I might add another in drinking water from the tap rather than unnecessary plastic bottle) and a
polar bear that uses so much energy its ignoo melts away. The Bristol studio produced 4 seconds of footage a day. My particular favourites are the Meerkats who get coated in dust from vehicles and never moan at all. In fact they clap at the passage of a bicycle. See, you can be cute and useful at the same time.






Czech animators worked on the production: Zdenek Smetana, Mirek Kačena, Milan Klikar, Jindřich Barta and Věra Kudrnová. I am a very great fan of Czech animation and the whole movie progresses swimmingly if in conventional form for its six minutes. However it is the sharply written script from celebrated cartoonist and playwright Jules Ralph Feiffer, and the sardonic tones of the late Howard Morris as narrator that really scores. Some of the other voices seem a family concern with Seth Deitch (as Munro), Marie Deitch and Jules Feiffer himself. Whether it be general, barrack soldiers, sergeant or chaplain, the characterisation is just peach. 




a series of flashbacks we learn that the youth's mentor had known the girl in his early life but had chosen to marry another. We guess she had taken her life and that her reappearance is an attempt to wreak revenge. A single wrinkle of the girl's nose at the appearance of the old man is sufficient to suggest malice however, though the conclusion where malevolence (or sheer foolhardy exhilaration of young love) leads to a capsized boat is somewhat confused by the appearance of a tempest over the water that might just interpret the incident as accident rather than revenge. I mentioned at the outset the excellent Geri's Game though I personally would have awarded Petrov the prize - a situation that resolved a year or so later and the subject of my next post on this inspirational animator. I have read criticism referring to a confusion in Aleksandr's story-telling. It is certainly truncated in the movie, particularly in the arguably melodramatic flashback of the wedding, and perhaps the ending is not what I would have chosen, though there is a subtlety in the movie that renders any definitive explanation difficult. It is sumptuously drawn in oil on glass, the detail being extraordinary. Just watch how the technique works as beads of water trickle down the girl's hair or as her hand appears through the ice flow. 



7 Dakot is a rather fetching music video by Californian Dana Farbe for the Israel based Yonatan Cnaan. Commencing with a geometric line drawing in which a lone figure runs, walks and then dives from the sky within a decidedly urban landscape, the figure then pays homage to the singer by scaling up a vertical wall alongside a giant screen showing the man at work. From here things get a little more cosmic. I know little of the singer or animator, but it's a good song and a neat music video.

However, this is no Frankenstein but a rather stubborn 2D creation who refuses to be subdued as the artist rubs him, stubs him, crushes him, reassembles him ... you have the idea. Daniel weaves humour and inventiveness into the narrative. The red fill drains from the figure's body but is squeezed like putty into a ball, juggled with and played with before being bounced ferociously across the screen prior to smashing into the "camera". On a whim the manipulator attaches puppet strings to the poor fellow who is stretched and contorted without dignity. You can't keep a good creation down though. Scrunched up and disposed of in the bin, the intrepid little fellow emerges in glorious 3D. A very clever movie and if I might once again recommend a stalwart of my DVD collection, British Animation Classics Vol. 2 . 