I hesitate to use words to describe or remark on this work since it's visually poetic by nature, but to sort of desensitize the meanings and move it into a narrative reading, this is a film about the yearning of an idea, an idea literally in one's stomach, that seems utterly unreachable... but when one's dream is actualized, is that the end? It seems to be a general trend of the human mind, really, to only have one real idea. The Lost Generation of the 20s and 30s was trying to write THE Great American Novel, not the seven or eight really good American novels. How many directors have made a stunning first feature, a sophomore slump of a second feature, and then made maybe one or two adequate features before calmly fading into obscurity? How many bands out there have made more than two or three albums (not counting rereleases, best ofs, live albums, and remixes)? More than people would like to think.
Is bliss truly bliss if it doesn't feed the fires of creative endeavors? And why must artists be essentially starving artists in order to create? Those questions along with an affecting score keep this short of invention going, but there's more than even that. The animation is mixed between several styles, alternatively colorful and gray, and has great visual accuity. It's seamless, and tragic, and tells a good story without the need for dialog or even for real acting. It's just wonderfully modeled faces of something not quite human, but which is relatable and depressed, the very artist we sometimes dare to see within ourselves.
--PolarisDiB
Is bliss truly bliss if it doesn't feed the fires of creative endeavors? And why must artists be essentially starving artists in order to create? Those questions along with an affecting score keep this short of invention going, but there's more than even that. The animation is mixed between several styles, alternatively colorful and gray, and has great visual accuity. It's seamless, and tragic, and tells a good story without the need for dialog or even for real acting. It's just wonderfully modeled faces of something not quite human, but which is relatable and depressed, the very artist we sometimes dare to see within ourselves.
--PolarisDiB