By its very nature, animation allows all sorts of locations. Today's movie, Les chiens isolés, is unusual in being set on an off-shore oil rig, one supposes in the North Sea. Unusual too to discover such a prosaic setting for that most vivacious animation school, Gobelins, whose work is often exuberant, frenetic even, but always oozing class given only the finest artists are accepted on the course. The story is an off-beat one too, the descent into a paranoiac madness by one of the crew, triggered by an almost casual remark from a younger work mate that he was intending to enjoy all the nefarious pleasures of shore leave in London. A rather menacing wolf or dog appears to lure Andre from his senses, at the same time conceding there does seem to be a conspicuous consumption of alcohol. (Though watching a television soccer game of Barnsley versus Scunthorpe either drives one to drink or madness.) As a contrast with much that Gobelins has created before, I found it most interesting; as one might imagine, the quality of the 2D artwork is superb. The crew (De Rémi Bastie, Nicolas Deghani, Jonathan Djob-Nkondo, Paul LaColley, Nicolas Pegon, Jérémy Pires and Kevin Manachins) create all the potential drama and industry of the rig, eschewing any colour in the palette deemed to be cheerful. There seems to be restraint too in the script. I entertained notions of an explosion and mad Andre saving his colleagues. No.