Today's minute(ish) of brilliant animation is from My Neighbors the Yamadas (1999), directed by Isao Takahata
From: Grimm's Fairy Tales - The Golden Bird (1987), dir. Toshio Hirata, Toei Doga/Madhouse
From: The Jaywalker (1956), dir. Bobe Cannon, UPA
The standards I hold for myself are almost identical to the ones I have for other people with the exception that mine is less punitive to suit my delicate sensibility.
Don't hold me to the standards I have for other people. I have two!
You think you’re gonna get two Christmases when your parents divorce until they both find Islam independently and remarry.
Welp, I'm not getting more supple.
Sisters are for when you tell them they should read Nietzsche they tell you no and then they don't and they are eventually right.
From: Concerto for Sub-Machine Gun (1958), dir. Dušan Vukotić, Zagreb Film
Reading the letters of Virginia Woolf, she used all 26.
They should invent a car that smells other cars butts when you take it for a walk to poop.
A Studio Ghibli commercial (2009) for a Japanese newspaper, directed by Goro Miyazaki
This is a tribute to the work of Shigeru Sugiura, a surrealist manga artist who influenced Ghibli
facebook mostly sucks but i do respect the facebook shitposter who never posts photos or links to recipes or minion memes, just dumb thoughts that makes their aunt reply with “call your mom”
Being an animator is crazy because you'll just be sitting down at a party and someone will introduce you to their friend who wants you to make their feature about an anthropomorphic cactus for free.
Sasha Svirsky animates like nobody else -- no rules, no plans and no consistent style. But he's one of the most exciting animators today.
This stuff is pure energy. We explore what makes it work: animationobsessive.substack.com/p/animating-...
Let's just he's few say of thing needs a something else.
Let's just say he's a three wheels short of a tricycle
Lets just say he's a few beans short of a Quesadilla.
Imagine they match you with some guys short femurs at the Museum of Natural History now all the baddies are looking at your bones with disdain. Cremate me bones only.
Being a rare skeleton must be so embarrassing. You get pieced together with some rando's bones so people can see what you both kind of looked like once. They probably weren't even friends.
David Attenborough would love me. I wonder if he has a couple of useless lackeys or if he still hits the wildlife documentary open mics a few times a week to stay sharp.
I am pro-sex work. I also think it's funny to talk about strippers that jump out of cakes like David Attenborough would talk about bees.
Vegas bachelor party strippers are like hermit crabs. If they are without a cake to jump out of they have to scavenge the Vegas Strip for a discarded one. Sadly, with so much pollution, they'll now have to jump out of empty plastic water bottles and discarded tuna fish cans.
The thing about the fortune teller open mic scene was that it was hack if you did things too far in the future. You had to work the room with five to ten second predictions. Kids these days will never know.
Confucius would love me. I wonder if he had a couple useless lackeys or if he hit the mics a few times a week to stay sharp.
I have a hunch that after a few thousand years the cakes strippers jump out of will become exoskeletons much like the ones turtles have.
I'd get really good at making myself comfortable in those novelty cakes strippers hide in.
I'd be so good at serving divorce papers.
Reverse Ratatouille where a chef eschews civil society to scavenge and assemble tawdry slop the way a Parisian rat might.
