Cartoon Movie day three, final post.

March 6th, 2011

Vive le Blog!

It’s easy to feel a bit sorry for the last pitchers of Cartoon Movie. After two solid days of pitching you might assume that by the end of the event deals already have been made, hands already have been shaken and the purse strings are tightening on increasingly lighter wallets.

Of course this isn’t in fact the case. Another great thing about Cartoon Movie is the after care paid to participants. The event doesn’t end as soon as the red light has flashed on the final pitcher. The evening gives way to a meal on a grand scale, where further discussions can take place, subtly smoothed along with the aid of some fine French wine.

If I thought the Centre de Congress had a grand hall for their meals, then I was wrong. For the final meal of the event animation delegates gathered at the aptly named Hotel de Ville, Lyon’s city hall, and a venue so overwhelmingly spectacular, with grand, sparkling chandeliers dripping from the extravagant ceilings that it makes the Great Hall of Harry Potter look more like the shanty towns of Slumdog Millionaire.  Odd to think that in such a refined setting, steeped in historical, cultural significance there are serious discussions taking place over films containing wisecrackin’ CGI reindeer and the ‘Babes Balls and Muscles in 3D’ of Ronal the Barbarian.

It’s not just in the form of extravagant lunches that Cartoon Movie offers help. When you collect your welcome pack on day one, each individual is issued with a pass to get them into the various screenings efficiently.  Each pass has a barcode, which is scanned on entering the cinema. This way the Cartoon Forum gets an exact record of not only numbers in attendance of each session, but also the exact name and details of each audience member. This might sound rather ominous and dystopian, but these statistics are offered to the pitchers, and this invaluable information allows them to see exactly who might be interested in their work and follow up any possible opportunities.

During the shuttle trip to Hotel de Ville I realised I was sitting next to Anita Killi, the hugely talented animator behind ‘Angry Man’, the short that swept the boards not only at Annecy in 2010 (taking home the three of the main awards), but also many, many other festivals the world over. In fact, ‘Angry Man’ was eligible for the Oscar nomination pool six times. Krilli, it turns out, was the most awarded director of any film during 2010.

Not that you would know it meeting her. She is modest, self-effacing, and very friendly, describing herself as a mother, farmer and animator, in that order. Based in Norway, she runs a farm, and is totally self-sufficient. I wonder how she manages to juggle not only two children, but farming and animation all at the same time, surely three incredibly time consuming duties. She concedes, stating that she recently decided she wasn’t going to milk cows any more.

Killi is at Cartoon Movie just to observe. She says that producers have been trying to talk her into developing a feature film, but as her short took six years to complete she seems unsure if that is a path she wants to follow right now. Indeed, despite enjoying her visit, she is here at the insistence of the Norwegian film board. The film board representative was very keen to have her attend, stating that if he could not find the funding to send her to Cartoon Movie, he would pay for it out of his own pocket. With such a keen interest in Killi from Norway, it will be interesting to see how long we have to wait before she starts work on her first feature.

I take my seat at the meal next to another influential creative. What are the chances of that? Well, pretty high given the event is packed to the rafters with them. The director of Brown Bag studios, the twice Oscar nominated Cathal (not pronounced ‘Carl’) Gaffney. We decide to create an animation based on the best – and worst – pitches we have seen during the festival, regurgitating popular themes that reappeared over the past two days. After some deliberation we settle on a steam punk CG romp with an underlying environmental theme. ‘Stereoscopic Victorian Eco Warrier in Space in 3D and 2D were available’ is the working title. (Tagline: He’s Mean and he’s Green). Budget: 7 million Euros, so pretty cheap, I think you’ll agree. See our poster scrawled on the back of the menu, that Gaffney pitched winningly to the table.

Gaffney’s Brown Bag are the company behind the resurgence of Noddy, and CBeebies hugely popular Octonauts. Have bagged their second Oscar nomination they have opened an office in LA, and the project they brought  here, for ‘NightGlider’, is just one of three features they currently have in concept at the moment. They are big, and, on the cusp of entering the feature marketplace are due to get bigger. And with ‘Stereoscopic Victorian Eco Warrior from Space in 3D and 2d where available’ things simply cant fail for them.

Described as a kind of ‘speed dating’ exercise, Cartoon Movie has hopefully paired up producers and distributers, and played matchmaker to many future working relationships. With the upsurge in interest, the higher attendance figures and the increased number of projects put forward for consideration, the organisers have strongly considered adding an extra day to the proceedings in the future. Commendably though, they have resisted to date, and promise to continue. Cartoon Movie played host to 56 projects this year, and they consider that this figure is already more than enough feature films to be in development in Europe. It’s good point, and as tempting as it must be to increase the numbers, already things are saturated. Only the best projects are selected to make it through this far to Lyon, and it is great that Cartoon Movie act as a quality control.

As I left on the shuttle for the airport, a distributor approached a producer in front of me, apologising for missing their pitch, and admitting that they had heard great things about it. We were treated to own personal pitching session on the way to the airport, which continued as the bus pulled into departures and we went off to our own various check in desks. No doubt the conversation carried on as they jetted off into the sunset. A great movie ending for Cartoon Movie.

Cartoon Movie – Day three

March 5th, 2011

Right, hello, cheers for reading this. Welcome to day three of this Cartoon Forum blog. I’m writing this back at in my hotel room at the end of the event, so this’ll be the last ‘proper’ blog. I’ll spend a bit of time going back through what I have blarted out on here and tidying it up and making the whole thing somehow presentable for publication in the magazine. This opening paragraph will probably be the first thing to get edited out. You big bastards.

So today was the day most of the Brit projects were wheeled out, and following the daily ‘Croissant Show’ it was clear we were in for some real treats. For the first time I was torn between my choices of what to see. A trailer for a project about a super hero who uses soul music – called ‘Soul Man’, seemed the clear choice, the project looked funny and the trailer was crammed with great fully realised CG animation. Next up, however, we were shown a trailer for the opposing project; ‘Majorettes’. Containing absolutely no animation, and no dialogue, the trailer was knocked up using only concept work, but presented in such a clever way that it got the story and characters across brilliantly, and looked fascinating.  I decided to go for Majorettes – surely another lesson that yet again less is more and ideas and presentation can be everything. Less is more, and you can’t say that enough.

First on the bill though was the Brit project in development ‘Oscar Wilde’s The Canterville Ghost’, from Hibbert Ralph animation. The trailer for this comprised more or less solely of a static CG turnaround, although the studio cleverly threw in a surprise that managed to cause a room full of seven hundred people to jump. What I found even more impressive is that they showed the exact same turnaround during their pitch and a woman in front of me actually jumped again, despite knowing the surprise. ha haa.

Originally written in 1887, the Canterville Ghost is one of Wilde’s most enduring stories. As the studio conceded, it has been made for tv and film before – even as an animated movie. However, this version is a very promising looking adaptation, and now it only has gone and got the backing of Stephen bloody Fry. Fry’s production company ‘Sprout Pictures’ is on board, and the National ‘wonky nosed Twitter fan Belgium runaway’ Treasure has also lent his voice to the project. I’m not sure if having Fry on board an Oscar Wilde project is impressive, or simply just inevitable. However, surely having the Wilde ‘cultural guardian’ lend his seal of approval is as near to making this an official project as you are likely to get. Especially as the writer’s works are public domain and any old two bit production house could trot out their version if they fancied it.

I don’t know if it’s worth mentioning figures that are bandied around here. The budget attached to the Canterville Ghost, for example, was 8 million Euros. The budget of any project tended to sit between 2.5 million Euros and 15 million Euros. Mostly all of the 56 projects pitched over the past two days are after some form of financial backing, which adds up to quite a bit. I know that these figures sound like a lot of money to me and you, but the weird thing is that after two days of these numbers being tossed about with abandon, you find yourself nodding away when a project is announced as having a budget of 2.5 million, murmuring, “ooh, that’s cheap” to nobody in particular.

What’s even odder is that films cost less to make at the moment. It’s not that they are cheaper to produce, but cutbacks during this current financial climate have meant producers have to deal with less money. When you take into account the fact that attendence figures at Cartoon Movie are up 40% over three years, but production costs have dipped, this does leave the question; why is there such a rapid growth despite more competition and lower funding? The answer, given by Marc Vandeweyer, the director of Cartoon Movie, is that there is simply creativity in Europe. Projects are creatively driven, and it’s hard for things such as budget constraints to hold that back. Given the recent loss of the UK Film Council and the axe that currently hangs precariously over MEDIA, lets hope that this statement proves to be true.

Projects in Concept saw a pitch from the well respected brit animation house Nexus. I last time I  saw the Nexus lads in conversation with Paul Wells at the Bradford Animation Festival. There, they tantalisingly hinted that they were considering making a feature film. Here, they revealed that was all bollocks. They weren’t considering making a feature at all. Given the quality of the work on display here today, they must surely have been working on this movie for ages.

Cog tells the story of the conflict between the privileged ‘cute’ animal kingdom – rabbits, deer, etc – and the outcast vermin of the world. Taking centre stage is a brown rat who discovers he has a wonderful singing voice and realises that, if he disguises himself as a cute white mouse, he could make something of his life. Further comic relief is supplied by two crazy cockroaches. The animation tests we were shown contained a real ‘Despicable Me’ feel to them, managing to successfully tread the line between cute and rebellious. At it’s heart is a story of acceptance and realisation, with a social commentary on community. I caught up with the Nexus lads and asked if there was any comment on race in their film, which they were quick to deny, but I guess when your story feaures a black rat dressing as a white mouse such comparisons may inevitably be drawn.

Other films in concept that are worthy of note included ‘Elvis’, from Superprod, and ‘Little Caribou’ from Barley Films. This particularly had visuals that were haunting and mesmerising, and a story that was both succinct and spell binding, to such an extent that it was rewarded with a rousing round of applause.

‘The Jungle’, a project in development, is a film that is never going to have a huge audience. This was reflected by the low audience turnout for this pitch, but fortunately Quark films seemed aware of this, and accepting of it, and delivered a brilliant pitch nonetheless. It is a pity that events like this sadly always favour the commercial projects, so ‘3D Santa Wank’ packs out the seats, while this project, an intelligent adaptation of an Upton Sinclair novel (he of ‘Oil’, which became ‘There will be Blood’) fails to draw the crowds. Quark, who made their mark with their award winning graduation film Milk Teeth, are working on bringing the book to life with Firkafilm, and have developed an interesting method of producing Rembrant style painterly animation in a relatively quick way that loses nothing in visual quality. The story, following a Lithuanian couple who head to 1908 Chicago, slowly have all their dreams destroyed as they suffer poverty, prison and rape, all within a butcher community, that happens to be a city within a city. The protagonists remain hopeful against all odds. Given that this film is being served up against a slew of commercial, colourful zany kids popcorn flicks, I hope that Quark remain hopeful too. This is a film that deserves to get made, and having already gained interest from Film4 (a reliable supporter of films such as this) and the UK film Council, I really hope it bears fruit.

The final Brit project of the day was ‘My Haunted House’, a project in concept from Gravy Media / Partizan. Ultimately a film in CG, this was pitched entirely using 2d illustrations. The story centers around a young boy who lives with his family, who happen to all be ghouls, ghosts, monsters and beasties. A few nice gags were thrown in for good measure, including Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein visiting marriage guidance councilors. The style of the illustrations was, fittingly, very close to the old IPC ‘Shiver and Shake’ comics. I put this to the brain behind the project, and designer of the work, Alex Williams, who cries with delight, revealing that he grew up reading these very comics. It would be lovely then to see the film rendered in the style, but CG is the way forward. Incidentally, it turns out that Williams is the son of one Richard Williams. Not that Alex is prepared to reveal this himself. Indeed, he doesn’t mention his famous connection once. Not that you can blame him. I’m sure it would be easy to crow about having having such a well respected father, but Alex is getting plenty of attention for all the right reasons, and it is well deserved.

Immediately following their pitch, ‘My Haunted House’ discovered notes of interest waiting for them in their pigeon holes, despite their worries to the contrary. However, Cartoon Movie is not a place where deals are struck there and then. The process of getting a cheque handed over takes time, and many people I have spoken with who have had some form of success at Cartoon Movie have it in the following weeks. Many assistants are here, who’s job it is to go back to the money people with a list of films they consider suitable. There are many fine, deserving films here waiting to get off the blocks, so lets hope some chequebooks get dusted off in the next few weeks…

Cartoon Movie – day two

March 3rd, 2011

A coach met us outside the hotel this morning and took us through Lyon to the event’s main venue at the Centre de Congres. Lyon really is a beautiful city, and as usual at these events, I spend too much time inside darkened cinemas and not enough time sightseeing. My opinion of Lyon from inside a bus is that it’s marvelous. I have all day on Saturday hanging around Lyon before my plane leaves late in the evening. When I initially heard this in the UK I was a bit fed up at the prospect of hanging about, but now I can’t wait to wander around the place.

However that will have to wait. On arriving at the Centre de Congres at 9am we all took the escalator downstairs like a bunch of Morlocks and went off to attend the ‘Croissant Show’. Fortunately this wasn’t a French museum dedicated to the croissant, although I’m sure one probably exists. It was in fact a short event laid on by Cartoon Movie were all delegates congregated in a huge hall and were treated to breakfast. Imagine the great hall out of Harry Potter where they all have their feasts over large, long tables. It was something like that, only with magically self refilling baskets of croissants and urns of coffee instead of roast Hippogriffs and Snozcumbers and whatever else it is those fuckers eat.

The brilliant thing about this meeting is that there was a huge cinema screen at the front of the hall and we were played short trailers from everything that was to be screened during the morning. This is a great idea. I’ve never seen it at a festival before, and it works fantastically. Too many times I’ve taken a gamble on clashing programmes at a festival, having no idea about either of them, and gone for something that was not suited to my taste (usually to find out the program I snubbed goes on to win Oscars and be sent into Space as an example of the great achievements of man for alien races to discover).

The programming here is really well thought out. Well, for me, anyway. This could be coincience, or it could be clever timetablng, but none of the UK projects clash in the program. I noticed that programs that do clash tend to be quite diverse as well. Not many – if any – traditional animations are pitched against one another. A few whizz bang 3D CGI films are, but that’s down to the sheer number of them which no doubt makes it inevitable.

A brief talk from the president of CNC proceeded the trailers, noticeable for his utter respect for animation – and animators – to such a degree that he requires his departments to adjust their working practices around animation studios, rather than the other way around. Also, he acknowledged that preproduction was ‘particularly long’ and, amusingly, referred to it as occasionally being ‘financially delicate’. I’m not sure if the translators were having a laugh, as I’m sure he meant to say ‘fucking expensive’.

First up was a feature in development – 1884: Yesterday’s Future. This is the film that has Terry Gilliam attached, and he made an appearance. On video. Pre recorded. So not as exciting as the live-in-the-flesh cameo I had hoped for. It’s directed by Tim Ollive, a director who has worked with Gilliam for years, dating right back to the Python movies, and the style is very much in keeping. Utilisng a very interesting mix of live action puppetry against green screen (replaced with grubby backgrounds of Victorian London), this has Steam Punk stamped all over it, mainly in the form of zeppelin red busses.

Live action facial features are projected onto puppets heads, with some of the characters appendages being rendered in GGI. This lends the film a very unique look, being a strange hybrid mix of 2D, 3D and live action puppeteering, all composited into one. The story – a plot about ensalving the whole of Europe – combines to make this a fascinating project.

Further in development screenings followed, including ‘Phantom Boy’ a thriller from the same crew behind the stunning ‘A Cat in Paris’. Visually sumptuous, with heavy Piccasso influences abundant in not just character design, but also in the deformed perspective of the backgrounds. While acknowledging the similar look to the last film, the directors stress a very different story. However, even if this is a fraction as good as ‘A Cat in Paris’, it’ll still be great. And things seem to point to it being better. Shame we have to wait until 2015 for the scheduled release date…

The pitch – if not the film itself – of Ronal the Barbarian was the resolute winner of the day. Headed up by the incredibly dry director Philip Einstein Lipski, of Denmark, his nonchalant  manner was hilarious. From the trailer, the story seems to echo elements of ‘How to Train you Dragon’, but this is possibly just about the subject matter of Vikings and Barbarians – oiled up and  dressed in very tight leather. Lipski referred to the film as ‘How to Train your Fashion Designer’. A more adult film than we are perhaps used to seeing rendered in CGI, it’s tagline is ‘Babes, Balls & Muscles in 3D  - for the whole family’. If that doesn’t sound likely, I doubt Lipski cares. “We’re from Denmark. We are insignificant in all ways. That is why we made this film. Being from Denmark we have nothing to lose”. I think he probably has everything to gain, as well. Hopfully we’ll see this film released soon.

Lunch followed, and was great. But this isn’t a gastromony blog. It wasn’t chips, put it that way. Another trailer session set us up for the afternoon.

I went against better judgment and decided to sit through a pitch for a Christmas film  - ‘Niko 2 – Family Affairs’. I hate Christmas, and I bloody hate sanctimonious, saccharine, sentimental, shit filled Christmas films. Especially ones with cute wise crackin’ flying reindeer in like this one seemed to promise. But I thought it might be good to fuel some venom. Of course, all the cuddly nonsense was left at the door, as the film makers got down to business of business, and tried to flog their film. And do you know, it actually didn’t seem all that bad after all. The first film apparently did incredibly well, the team who worked on it seemed genuinely enthusiastic (I was hoping for crazy, suicidal types, like the depressed character who works in ‘Christmas Land’ in an old episode of the Simpsons) and the script appeared to be genuinely very good. It even made me think I’d quite like to see the first film to get up to speed on the characters. Perhaps I’ll download it for flight home. That’s the Yuletide spirit right there. My grinchlike heart has grown three times in size! Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!

I almost ended the blog on that note, but I really should mention the ‘Projects in Concept’ that actually rounded the day off. Seven films in various stages of concept were put forward over the course of two hours. These varied from inspiring work that seemed like obvious shoo-ins for funding and backers, to a rather shoddy presentation for a film that looked like a hippy from the sixties had barfed up an acid trip onto the screen. Pitches of note included the unashamedly rotoscoped ‘Dome’, a German comedy about creation called ‘Prototype’, and a stunning looking film called ‘The Silent People’, in a visual style reminiscent of  ’Secret of the Kells’ and a story that had definite Miyazaki hallmarks. I’m putting together a list of what makes a good pitch at Cartoon Movie, and I made a few notes from this one!

More hastily written coverage tomorrow…

Night night.

Cartoon Movie Day One part two

March 2nd, 2011

Having picked up my gimp mask bondage welcome bag, I proceeded to go through the goodies, and chalk up what treats I’m off to see over the next two days. Cartoon Movie is a place where European animation people go to pitch their feature film work to possible investors and or clients and or distributers. It’s in various stages of development, from concept right through to finished product. I hope I haven’t made it sound like a conference, as it is not the image that I conjure up in my head of a depressing grey table that I get when I think of the word conference.

However, neither, it must be said, is the event as ‘fun’ as Annecy.

The two are related. MEDIA (more about them later) are behind both Annecy and Cartoon Movie, as well as Cartoon Forum, which is for TV. But Annecy feels more like it is a place to mess about. Despite being enjoyable, this event feels more serious. It’s like Annecy’s grown up elder brother, who works in a bank but quite enjoys dress down Fridays.

I guess there is more at stake here. Annecy is a celebration of film, a chance for film makers to show off and strut about. This is were more serious production houses turn up, armed with work that has a lot of time and money invested in it, and they all have to perform on a stage to sell their ideas. There are no paper planes. No mooing like a cow when the lights go down. No Serge Bromberg mugging his way through an awards ceremony. It’s ace.

So it is to Cartoon Movies credit that they do their upmost to put everyone at ease, and make the experience as easy and as relaxed s they can. This evening saw a cocktail reception, where people mingled and ate the usual kind of stupid food speared on a cocktail stick you get at these events, which left us all having to sneak off to craftily discard manky used cocktail sticks on the corners of tables.

The opening film was Chico and Rita, a movie about a love story spanning over forty years against a backdrop of Cuban Jazz. Appropriately Cartoon Movie had hired a Cuban Jazz group to provide live music during the cocktails to get us in the mood. Despite being an enjoyable, engaging story, the style of Chico and Rita, a 2D rotoscoped affair, leaves it looking oddly like a cell shaded cg feature with too many lavish camera sweeps seemingly included just to show off depth, which is mildly distracting. Added to this, the male protagonist remains completely unsympathetic. Chico is a selfish, self destructive, misogynistic arse, basically.When he is framed for drug dealing and deported home on their wedding night and lost to the Cuban revolution, you’re supposed to feel sorry for Rita. I couldn’t help but feel she got off lightly. However, I’m just thankful the opening film wasn’t the Illusionist, as Cartoon Movie may have hired a suicidally depressed puppeteer to provide the background entertainment to enhance the mood.

Before the film kicked off, the presidents of the event gave a short speech, in which they sold the benefits of the Rhone Alps region, and amusingly stressed to the French crowd that animation is not an industry that is limited just to Paris. I have heard countless speeches saying the exact same thing in the UK, only with ‘London’ substituted in, instead. (Indeed, it’s a winge I believe I have wittered and bleated on some occasions too)

Finally the day ended with a massive three course meal for everyone in a huge posh French restaurant. At least I think it was posh. This is France. For all I know, the salmon starter followed by duck followed by chocolate followed by coffee is their version of McDonalds.

When I say huge, I mean huge, too. A fleet of coaches took us from the cinema to the restaurant. Everyone was invited. Thats over seven hundred people. I’d hate to be the one who does the washing up tonight.

Anyway, I sneaked off early to write this out, and to get some shut eye early in order for the start of the pitches tomorrow. And also I wanted to get away before all the arguments started when they split the bill.

Cartoon Movie day one, part one

March 2nd, 2011

*Deep inhale in*

*BIG BLOW OUT*

There. That was me just digitally blowing the digital dust and cobwebs off this blog.

*Cough cough!! Sneeze!*

Ooh, bugger, I just got some digital dust up my nose, and now there’s all digital snot down my shirt. Sorry about that.

I’ve been packed off to France. I’m in Lyon, for the opening of CARTOON MOVIE, the big event hosted by MEDIA. It’s a “co-production forum for European animated feature films.”

Yes, I have little idea what that means, yet, either. It’s my first time to one of these events. It’s also my first time to Lyon, and so, inevitably, the first thing I did was get lost. When I went up to a French man to ask for directions things played out like this:

Me: Excuse me, I’m lost. Do you speak English?

French Twat: Yes I do but I’d rather speak Spanish.

Me (thinks): I’m going to call you a twat on the internet later.

Kapow! Take that, Frenchie! (Naturally I actually replied with a simpering apology for not being able to speak Spanish either)

So anyway, I’m here. The sun is out and I’m lovely and toasty from my warm French welcome. Nothing too exciting has happened yet. I’ve been away already this week, and so I had to set off at 2.45am this morning, which is a bloody stupid time that nobody should ever have to wake up at. I flew into Amsterdam and then onto Lyon. The second flight was a smaller ’shuttle bus’ type flight, and was, I suspect, populated only by animators, as it was an odd mix of very shy and retiring types and a few ‘whacky, zany jokers’. Or ‘wankers’, for short. If I sound like I should cheer up and am being a miserable sod, I should remind you I’ve been up since 2.45am.

On the second part of the flight it turned out that I was sitting next to a twice Oscar nominated animation house owner. He very kindly bought me a coffee and introduced himself as Carl, and we had a good chat all the way into Lyon, me and Carl, my new mate Carl. We reached Carl’s hotel first, so I bade my new best friend Carl a big ‘Bye Bye Carl’ bye bye. Naturally the first thing I did when I got internet access was to look him up on Google and realised that his name is not Carl at all and I had heard it wrong and been using the wrong name all along.

Terry Gilliam is here, apparently, so I have my eyes open for any big feet that may suddenly appear from the sky and crush me. So far I have collected my ‘Welcome Pack’ – a black, shiny PVC bag with vaguely bondage-esque undertones, and with a strap that is slightly too short, like when your mum sends you too school on the first day with a pair of trousers on that you suspect are too short, but it’s not until you get to school and everyone laughs and calls you a twat for wearing too short trousers that you fully realise the full extent of the error.

However, my too short bondage bag contains all the information of the screenings and presentations of the event that I need to know, so I have spent much of the afternoon getting up to speed with events and trying to fit in. Now all I need is the address of the local S&M club for sado-machoists who have been dressed by their mums.

More news tomorrow. Proper news, too, I hope. This is more me just trying to get back into writing about stuff I’ve been up to, today. Thanks for indulging me. The program looks great and there are some really interesting projects in development and being pitched. Hopefully I’ll get to see a future biggie here…

(Incidentally, I know that blogs are old hat and everyone uses Twitter now, so if you find yourself getting bored of any of my postings and losing concentration, please read it 140 characters at a time before taking a break to look at some videos of cats on YouTube before returning to read another 140 character chunk. Also, try ignoring any vowels to help. Thnky)

Annecy Award Results

June 13th, 2010

SHORT FILMS

The Annecy Cristal: The Lost Thing
Special Jury Award: Angry Man
“Jean-Luc Xiberras” Award for a First Film: Jean-Francois
Special Distinction: Lipsett’s Diaries & Don’t Go
Sacem Award for Original Music: Love & Theft
Audience Award: Angry Man

FEATURE FILMS
Cristal for Best Feature: Fantastic Mr. Fox
Special Distinction: Eleanor’s Secret
Audience Award: Fantastic Mr. Fox

TV AND COMMISSIONED FILMS
The Cristal for best TV Production: The Little Boy and the Beast
Special Award for a TV Series: Dragons et Princesses
Award for best TV Special: The Gruffalo
Educational, Scientific or Industrial film Award: Giallo a Milano
Advertising or Promotional film Award: Harmonix “The Beatles: Rock Band”
Award for best Music Video: Sour “Tone of Everyday”

GRADUATION FILMS
Award for best Graduation Film: The Lighthouse Keeper
Special Jury Award: Sauvage
Special Distinction: Lebensader

OTHER PRIZES
Junior Jury Award for a Short Film: Don’t Go
Junior Jury Award for a Graduation Film: Kungfu Bunny 3 – Counterattack
Unicef Award: Angry Man
Fipresci Award: Miss Remarkable & Her Career
“CANAL+ creative aid” Award for a Short Film: I Forgive You
Annecy 2010 YouTube Award: Pop

Day Five – the Disney/Pixar blog

June 11th, 2010

The day began with another much-anticipated event, and things only got more much anticipatedey from there. Which is a shame, because it’s not as fun to write about nice and good things, but stick with me, I’ll try to be as unnecessarily sarcastic as possible.

First off the blocks was Disney Making of: The Art of Traditional Animation. This was a big one for me, as traditional animation is my medium, and the main focus of the talk was the recent Disney masterpiece ‘The Princess and the Frog’.

The audience was introduced to Ron Clements and John Musker, the two guys responsible for many great Disney features, from the Fox and the Hound, the Little Mermaid and Aladdin through to Hercules.

Elderly gents, both greying and clearly seasoned, they still maintain a great close working relationship and a twinkle in all four of their eyes. Musker is a fairly wirey fellow, Clements a bit stouter by comparison. In my notebook I referred to Clements as ‘Beard’, and Musker as ‘No Beard’. Although that’s probably not very helpful for you.

Having worked together so closely on so many projects over a matter of 25 years the chemistry between them was very sweet to witness. They would finish off each other’s sentences and slip into jokes with each other in the blink of an eye, although Musker seemed to be ‘the talker’, and clearly enjoyed telling the audience his wonderful stories about his involvement on the ‘Princess and the Frog’, many of which were made more colourful by his employment of a great New Orlean’s accent. When asked if they ever had fallen out, Clements professed that they have never argued, instantly Musker exclaimed “Yes we do!”, and they started a little mock argument (before admitting that yes, they do in fact argue quite a bit).

They guys told us all about their work on ‘the Princess and the Frog’,  from intial concept of working with the ‘The Frog Prince’ tale, something that, by pure coincidence, Pixar had also toyed with. By further coincidence both sets of creative’s had also hit upon the idea of basing their tale in New Orleans. When Lasetter was brought over to Disney he instantly got the pair in, and when he discovered they wanted to work on the fairy tale was more than happy to give the project his full support and ‘green lit’ it. Green light being very appropriate for a film about frogs. Presumably the Disney prostitute fairy story got red lit.

The early pre production took the guys a year to produce, and involved three trips to New Orleans, for which we were treated to a long slideshow. You know when a relative comes back from a holiday and offers to show you their snaps and your heart sinks as you agree to see them and mentally strap yourself in for a boring three hours of nodding, going ‘uh huh’ and hoping over hope that the next photo will be the last? Well this was nothing like that all.

Starting off with a gag, the first pic was of Ron reading a copy of ‘Voodoo for Dummies’. Once the laughs died down we were off into some glorious photo treats. The guys photographed everything, and it all was recognisable from the film. From the buildings and the palaces, the interiors of busses and street cars, to Mardi Gras, voodoo masks and alligator heads. Their research was thorough and all of it paid off in fine style and was evident in the final film. I half expected to see a snap of a bucktoothed firefly with a big lightbulb arse.

Generally they had the quality of holiday snaps to them, which made it very entertaining when the instantly recognisable round red face of John Lasseter cropped up, fooling about in a Mardi Gras mask.

Not just was it the trip that rewarded the animators visually. As it turned out, most of the people they met somehow influenced the story or the characters in some way or another. Mama Odie was a real person they met. An 80 year old bassist turned restauranteur was the influence for the lead character, Tiana. And although there were no snaps of a buck toothed firefly, it transpired that the animal handler whom the pair  had employed to get them closer to the alligators and other Bayou wildlife was the buck toothed inspiration for the love struck bug.

When asked about the food in New Orleans, Clements admitted it was good, saying that they both gained weight, but, acknowledging the size difference between the pair conceded, “he gained more than me”. The slimmer Musker retorted, “he gained for both of us, which was good!”

The big surprise for me, was that this film was truly traditional. The backgrounds were hand painted, the film makers trying to capture a look somewhere between ‘the Lady and the Tramp’ and ‘Bambi’. The animation drawn on paper, with a pencil, held in a hand of a person. More delights were presented to us, in the form of early working pencil tests, gloriously dirty and grubby. It’s a strange thing, but these crude works are, in a way, more impressive than the final cleaned up seamless animation, as you can really see the work that goes in, in it’s warts and all ugly gloriousness.

The only concession made to paperless animation was to be for effects. The guys admitted that it was very important for them to keep this film as traditional as they could, and had actively seeked to make the style as close to the look of ‘Disney’ as they could. Bear in mind these same guys are not adverse to new styles, getting in Gerald Scarfe to work on the concept design for Hercules.

Having said that, the film does contain some really interesting visual flares, as seen in the 1920’s art deco style employed for Tirana’s dream sequence. We were treated to more sumptuous visuals, this time from Aaron Dougals, illustrating the important aspects of art deco design that were incorporated in this wonderful sequence.

Speaking more generally about animation, and their experiences, the pair admitted that as they once were newcomers to the art and learnt from the veterans, they now are the veterans teaching the kids, employing fresh animators in their twenties to work on the film alongside the seasoned professionals.

Their openness and eagerness to see new work was really pleasing to see. They acknowledged new animators, in particular mentioning the brilliant Goeblins Academy shorts that precede the programs here at Annecy. They even gave a namecheck to both Bournemouth and Falmouth’s animation courses, so it was thrilling to hear such luminaries lending their seal of approval to UK based courses. Hopefully in 25 years we might see a British director delivering such an inspiring talk on behalf of Disney traditional animation.

The only way that you can possibly follow a talk by the guys from Disney is with a talk by the guys of Pixar, and by coincidence, wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what was up next.

Teddy Newton, the director of the new Pixar short bounded on stage to present the whole film to the audience – another Annecy world premier. ‘Night and Day’, the short in question, was yet another bar raiser from the Pixar bar raising factory. If these people raise the bar any further then it’s going to escape the Earth’s pull of gravity and float off into space.

Newton, in true Pixar over-enthusiastic manner hilariously milked the applause, triumphantly punching the air and gesturing to the audience to cheer even louder. It’s a stark to contrast the vast majority of animators here, who meekly take to the stage, awkwardly wave a bit and look generally as uncomfortable as I’m going to be in two days when I step on board my Easyjet flight home.

Without anymore fannying about, Newton gave the audience exactly what they wanted, and hit the play button. The lights dimmed, the younger members of the audience excitedly started to make the popping noises and farmyard crows that are amusing the first time you hear them, but by day five have become tedious in the extreme, and the so the elder, more jaded audience members all hissed for shush. One excited man yelled out “Let’s go!”, and some people wet themselves and fainted with the anticipation. One mans head simply fell off, such was his eagerness to see a new piece of work from Pixar.

This six minute long film is notable for many different reasons, the main ones being that it is the first pre feature short to contain traditional animation, as well as the first to be made in stereoscopic 3D.  The trad 2D element sees two similar looking, very simple, UPA style characters, with  beautifully rendered, deep stereoscopic CG making up their textures, the characters themselves being staged against a black background.

Although they occupy the same space, and their textures depict the same scenery, one of the character’s backgrounds, Night, is set at night, and the other character Day, is set at, wait for it, wait for it… Day. The film is mostly dialogue free, the sound scape being supplied by clever use of the contrasting scenarios being played out within the shape of bodies, making it both naturalistic and expressionist (The only dialogue being a strange sample of a talk show radio host delivering some cod philosophy, which underlines the film’s underlying message for the benefit of the characters, and those of us who couldn’t work it out for themselves).

The characters initially start off wary of one another, each believing the other to be a show off, before they realise that they can in fact educate one another, introducing them to things they have not seen previously – Night can show Day fireworks, Day can teach Night about rainbows – and ends with the pair discovering what they have in common.

Of course, this being Pixar, these high concept ideas and concepts are put across in a very witty and clever manner, and the film is an utter delight to watch, which you should do as soon as you can without me spoiling it for you anymore, so I’ll stop talking about the content now, especially as its a film that is impossible to do real justice to unless you have actually seen it.

Once the film ended, and the rapturous applause died down, Newton took to the stage once again and started to explain all the difficulties that the film makers encountered attempting to convey his grand ideas to screen.

This is a short that required a whole new pipeline to be introduced to Pixar, and their methods of working on this pipeline were completely changed three times over during the course of production. The film had a total of eighteen sets, a stark contrast to the modest two or three basic sets that make up most Pixar shorts. The combination of 2D with the 3D backgrounds rendered in both night and day meant the technical guys considered the short to be three films in one, and the animators struggled, animating in the dark, eyeballing each others work, unsure of which medium to work on first before then discovering more issues with staging when it came to compositing the two together. Newton likened the job as tackling a five-sided rubix cube. It sounds like the production was a complete headache, yet the final piece looks effortless and graceful, and visually flawless.

Pixar always produce the most delicious books to go with each film, crammed full of pre-production artwork. Here we got see not only these flat images, but also some exciting animation tests. We were shown great ideas and gags that were produced during the concept stage of this film which had to be sadly dropped for several different reasons – an ambulance sequence chopped for framing difficulties; a marching band scenario cut for cost.

Amusingly, Newton also played an early test he had created for himself to see if this film would work in 3D. As he didn’t have the facilities to produce stereoscopic work, the test comprised of two separate animations played side by side, and so the audience had to cross their eyes in order to blend the images together, creating the optical illusion. Pixar might be a technical goliath, but it is great to see the artists working so crudely, and then getting a packed cinema to sit crossing their eyes at the screen.

This presentation was a treat for the animators it was squarely aimed at, yet ultimately Pixar are all about family. You can relate aspects of each member of your family back to them. They are smart, like your dad. They are loving, like your mum. They are funny, like your uncle (but not funny in that “don’t go near your uncle, he’s a bit funny” way). They are as kind and caring as your grandparents and as trustworthy and reliable as your best friend. My little sister is annoying though, so in this analogy you are an only child.

Phew. Okay, finally, on to the Shorts in Competition. Today was the final Shorts program, day six of the festival powers down a bit as juries make their decisions, and count the audience ballots that were cast as secretively as a Northerner voting Tory.

Two Rooms

A crudely animated stop motion piece from Japan. The simplistic animation style belies an advanced eye for cinematography. There are some excellent choice of shots employed here to drive the dialogue free narrative, which is simply a story of a couple who grow apart. There is no twist at the end here; it is a slice of life, a typical, sad story of an ultimately doomed relationship. While the style of animation is as far from typical Japanese anime as you could imagine, the visual aesthetics owe a dept to Eastern films, with worm eye views of towering buildings, or shots of static heads with flowing hair. Aided by a simplistic acoustic guitar soundtrack, this is a refreshing animation to come out of Japan.

Monstre Sacre

From the opening frames, this is an instantly snappy, hilarious cartoon. Initially a twisted take on the Ugly Duckling tale, only with a dinosaur in the place of a cygnet, the film wittily transforms into a monster movie, the unloved witless dinosaur becoming the star of big Hollywood movie hits. Culminating with the dinosaur lifting an Oscar, it’ll be interesting to see if this consistently entertaing short wins an award in it’s own right.

Once There Was a Fly

The medium used to make this film about a young fly, gives it a rich oil pastel feel, making it difficult to distinguish much detail out from the blurry images. I guess as the audience struggles to make sense of things, it helps us relate to the young fly as he struggles to understand the world around him. A nice running gag sees the fly constantly, obliviously narrowly avoid death, but in the end he has to face death himself and come to terms with reality.

Playground

A brilliant, abstract animation on offer here, created with felt tip pens and other children’s art tools, evoking a real sense of childhood. The imagery range from epileptic seizure inducing Pollock-esq splats to Aboriginal style amoebas under a microscope, and indeed is flanked by a very Aboriginal sounding soundtrack .

Who’s Bleeding?

What with the title, and coupled with simplistic cutesy cartoon animals, initially I suspected we were up for some Happy Tree Friends type hilarious graphic violence. Instead the story was in fact a quite sweet tale of some anthropomorphic friends who are building a punch and judy type puppet show booth. There is the occasional bit of comedy slapstick pain infliction, but it never tips over into the gleeful dismembering seen in the Mondo shorts. A lovely, funny film for kids with a heart-warming ending.

Love Patate

It is no surprise to discover that the filmmaker is a graduate from Goeblins, as this film has the style of the French animation academy, as seen in the pre program idents, stamped all over it. Supposedly about the love triangle between a man, a woman and a potato, this short is not as funny as that description makes you imagine. There is some interesting imagery used effectively – backgrounds are real photographs, or photomontages, and the occasional shot is in fact live action, expertly woven in to the general style so as to fit perfectly and not feel at all jarring. This short thinks that it is a metaphor for something or other, however it’s not made clear enough what. I took this short at face value – a film about a bloke falling in love with magic potato.

Teclopolis

Every year at Annecy the festival select a country whose output they focus on. This year the country in question is Argentina, and this, Teclopolis, is an example of Argentinean animation. However, this film has not been allowed into the selection simply for it’s place of origin – it is a wonderfully imaginative, strong slice of work.

The story, a warning about the advances of technology contains a message about us becoming slaves to the machine, until ultimately nature fights back and reclaims it’s place in the infrastructure. It uses found, familiar objects, as previously seen done so well by the genius Pez. This serves to make the film even more impressive, as we clearly recognise the sheer scale the sets must have been to create a bustling metropolis fashioned from old used computer keyboards, stacks and monitors. This is a fantastic, fantastical film with a strong message and a great wit displayed. Argentina can be proud.

The Silence Beneath the Bark

A nice looking short, with a Marc Craste influence hiding away somewhere inside the character design and acting. It tells the tale of two… um… creatures, possibly children, or saplings or trees or something, that discover the delights of snow. It looks great, but I had trouble investing a real interest in these strange creatures, having no real idea of what they were supposed to be.

Love & Theft

This is Festival luminary Andreas Hykade’s lastest offering, and it’s a smasher. Starting simple, with a bare white screen featuring lines and circles, Hykades stock in trade style, we build up to an explosion of bold colour, as we are treated to a constantly morphing image that rattles through a ton of iconic animated characters, with a few obscure ones thrown in for good measure (and to make the nerds feel momentarily superior). Hykade’s film is a triumph, and an especially nice touch is the ending, a simple title reading “Thank You All”, a message that can be taken as Hykade thanking his audience for their support, but also for the animators that have influenced him and whos work he has loved – and thieved – to create this work.

A fitting end to the Shorts program of the 50th anniversary festival.

And now an end to this blog. I’m off to have some fun. I’ll post up a list of winners from the closing award show soon, along with a more general overview of the festival as a whole, but cheers for reading this. From me – Thank you all!

Day Four – the Simpsons blog

June 10th, 2010

Without a doubt the star of Annecy is not your Matt Groenings, or your Nick Parks, or Richard Williams or even Henry Sellicks (despite his fabulous gaff last year at the awards show when he announced the winner of the Crystal before going through the motions of announcing the nominees and then making us all sit thorough clips from each one regardless). No. It’s your artistic director Serge Brombergs, who must have an incredibly stressful job for this one week, yet manages to come across as the dictionary definitions for both laid back and relaxed.

This morning saw him host another Shorts and Breakfast. Amusingly he demanded the director of one of the shorts to explain the meaning of his film. The director, a little taken aback, explained. Serge considered the answer, before deciding it wasn’t satisfactory, and coolly informed the director that his interpretation of his own film was wrong. It is amusing when Annecy invite films to be screened, only to chastise the artists responsible when they arrive.

After the chat, I headed across to MIFA, the industry fair part of the festival. Here are all the buyers and sellers, the hardware companies, the software manufacturers, the universities, the production houses and the people who commission the production houses. It’s quite a difference to go from the screenings side of the festival and the cosy arty creative chit chats with the cuddly cheeky Serge, which only serve to inspire you as a film maker, to end up walking around the stalls here, the other side of animation that the artists don’t like to talk about. The money. These guys are the sharks of the business that lurks behind every cosy kids animation you’ll see. They are the gatekeepers. The make or breakers. It’s only fitting that the event is held in a palace.

It’s a stark reminder that animation is business. Here I chatted with various different people from various different backgrounds as I worked my way around the incredibly busy venue, noticing people’s eye flitting down to my badge to see if I was worth a fart. One guy told me all about his project, for which he had secured four million, but was currently looking for a further four million, you know, as you do. If he thought that I, all sweaty and unshaven, wearing beat up old trainers and a pair of jeans from TK Maxx was going to lend him a couple of million quid, then he possibly is going to struggle finding the rest of the money. Even tramps don’t bother to ask me for twenty pee.

After MIFA I headed back into town, and over to the Grande Salle for the ‘Simpsons Extravaganza 2’. Matt Groening and David Silverman were about to deliver the follow up to their excellent show that they hosted here two years previously.

The crowd outside of the cinema was unbelievable. An absolute mass of bodies all desperate to get in to see the two men responsible for the world’s most famous and iconic animation. There must surely have been more people here than there was room for inside, and the doors of the cinema were taking an inordinate amount of time to open. Just to cheer up the waiting mob the venue had also apparently decided to turn off the air con, which was thoughtful of them. Today has been the hottest day in Annecy so far, and being stood among a huge mass of Simpsons fans who were sweating even more profusely than usual was not a pleasant experience.

The heat was getting quite unbearable. Perhaps the organisers knew that there were too many people to fit in the cinema, so they had decided to kill a few off to thin out the numbers. After an age the door opened to a weary cheer from the sarcastic people who could just about still muster the energy, and we filed in. As it turned out everyone fitted inside. Clearly this cinema is a Tardis. Christ knows what Annecy town must have been like for the next hour. Strewn with tumbleweeds and crickets chirruping, no doubt.

The Simpsons Extravaganza kicked off with Peter Lord from Aardman coming on stage, flanked by the two actors who provide the voices for Homer and Marge Simpson… in the French version of the Simpsons.

While I’m sure the French people in the audience may have got a kick out of hearing the voices they are familiar with coming out of real human beings as opposed to cartoon ones, to me it just seemed as if it was two people on a stage doing a bad impression of Homer and Marge Simpson. In French. If you were at a party and two people started to do that you’d probably make your excuses and leave. Peter Lord delivered a speech in English, which was hilariously translated by fake Homer and not Marge.

Overall it was a bit odd, really. It seemed like a wasted opportunity to get a man of Peter Lord’s stature on the stage with the guys behind the Simpsons and then not do anything with it all, except for a fairly mundane speech about how great the Simpsons is. We know how great the Simpsons is. That is why some of us died trying to get in here to see you. Tell us something exciting!

Shortly, Matt Groening and David Silverman walked on stage, to thunderous applause, and the ‘Simpsons Extravaganza 2’ commenced.

It was quite an underwhelming experience, truth be told. This talk, essentially a presentation of clips that most people I assume had seen before, was very loosely tied together with links delivered in an unenthusiastic manner by Groening. Sadly the lovely Silverman, who proved himself last time round to be an thoroughly entertaining, charming, witty and talented guy never got into his stride and didn’t really end up saying much at all.

Groening’s opening remark was to grumble that he had signed enough autographs, and that people in Annecy could now stop asking him for autographs. It was intended to sound like a gag, but, coming from the man who buggered off halfway through a signing session two years back, you couldn’t really help suspecting that he wasn’t joking. Honestly, who does he think he is – Ringo Starr?

It’s kind of irksome really, I mean, if you are one of the most famous, most recognisable creator of the most loved, most successful animation, which consistently tops charts and polls of the ‘the Greatest this’ and ‘the World’s best that’ and you go to the world’s biggest animation festival, then you have to accept that people will want to ask you for an autograph or two. To moan about it on stage, in front of a packed house full of people who can only dream of achieving a modicum of this success seems churlish. We’ve signed enough cheques for you Matt, go on, sign a couple of bloody autographs.

So yes. I didn’t really find it too endearing, in case I didn’t make that clear.

The familiar clips passed by, with only an animatic of the opening titles being something I hadn’t recalled seeing before, and it was only noteworthy for the fact it used a jazz track instead of the all too familiar Danny Elfman tune. Apart from that it was just like watching the old, very well known title sequence, but in pencil.

We were also treated to a series of Simpsons commercials, with Silverman and Groening brushing aside any hint that there may be anything wrong with advertising at all. Interestingly, most of the adverts were for foreign countries, suggesting shades of ‘Lost in Translation’.

Having run out of things to say at this point, Groening and Silverman opened the floor to questions. This could have been great if someone like Serge had taken the reigns and directed the questions himself, hopefully injecting some of the wit, sharpness and cheekiness he displays so well at Shorts and Breakfast, but instead it was down to the normal people, and the normal people, as documented so well over four hundred and eighty episodes of the Simpsons, are idiots.

So we sat patiently while idiot after idiot put their hand up and asked idiotic questions.

“Is it true the Simpsons are named after your family?”

“Are there any subliminal messages in the Simpsons?”

“Do you think about the Simpsons everyday?”

It was interesting to note that the biggest cheer of the show was when one of the questions led to the word ‘Futurama’ being uttered. Groening, clearly anticipating this moment, then pulled a treat out of the bag by showing some footage from the new, recomissioned, decommissioned series.

I loved the original series of Futurama, despite finding the feature DVDs a slight disappointment. The show works best in its shorter time slot, and so hopefully this should be a blazing return to form.  The footage opened with Bender’s voice over an image of the Hypnotoad proclaiming it will be like Futurama was never cancelled by idiots “…or recomissioned by bigger idiots”.

We were then shown a few promising looking sequences of animation involving, amongst others, Fry buying an ‘Eye-Phone’, and Bender going on a Graffiti spree. Fingers crossed this series will be great. The Futurama’s looking bright.

A nice high to a somewhat disappointing show. Anything with the Simpson’s – and Groening’s – name attached will inevitably get hopes up, and people will always expect a high level of entertainment as a result. Unfortunately today the effort just wasn’t there, and on occasion Groening looked as if he didn’t want to be there either. Following the Futurama treat, it started to look as if it might get better, but the session was then called to a halt. Due to the time it took to get the audience in, the show was running late, and venue had to now get the audience out, in true classic Simpson’s style irony. Perhaps the gag was on us all along.

Okay. That’s the biggy out of the way now. Let’s crack on with banging out some words about the shorts of the day.

Old Fang

Starting with a time laspse style shot of woodland and forest, at first I thought we were in for an Ansel Adams animation, but we are soon following the story of three young creatures – a wolf a fox and a… erm… panda bear, I think it might have been.

Drip feeding us story, this is a really solid animation that engages the audience to work out what has gone on, as the wolf revisits his old home, were he grew up. His father, the chain smoking Old Fang, is waiting inside, the house a mess, with maggoty unwashed dishes and turds on the table.

The young wolf enters, his friends waiting nervously outside, hiding in the grass, as the confrontation between father and son is played out. Despite being a wolf, Old Fang has several very human qualities, including human hands, which helps to gently remind the audience that this is a very human story being playing out. A great looking 2D film with some very simple, yet effective sound design thrown in for good measure.

Recordare

A film that manages to get the audience murmering uncomfortably before a single frame has appeared on screen here. Although that’s to be expected when your film proceeds a warning card claiming that it contains detailed images of the anatomy of human cadavers, scanned and photographed all “within US law”.

The audience squirmed. Was this genuine? Was it a joke? There was a sense of definite unease hanging in the room.

It turned out to be true. We were treated to genuine images of sliced up human beings. And do you know what, at the risk of sounding like Jeffery Dalhmer, it was a really good film. Yes there was no denying it was difficult to watch initially, but after a while you adjusted, just as you would do in a biology lesson at school.

The imagery here was essentially stop motion, as we sliced off a thin layer of human being and slowly, gracefully travelled through the body, as if the corpse was being pushed slowly through a bacon slicer.

Indeed, the bodies did resemble bacon, and it was only when you caught a glimpse of what was unmistakably a human rib, or eye, or colon, that I felt myself squirming. The film brought these dead human beings back to life, the flesh undulating and throbbing as we travel thorough it from all conceivable angles, backed by a wonderful orchestral score. It is film that is hard to watch, yet oddly hard to take your eyes off.

Crash Bang Wallow

A nice bit of humour now, thank god. Crash Bang Wallow is that rare thing – a Channel 4 funded film. It tells the story of the worlds greatest stuntman, the danger-doer for the stars who was born with an unnatural ability to never come to harm.

Unfortunately for him though, the work dries up, as stuntmen are replaced by CGI effects in film. Sinking into depression, He decides to kill himself… which isn’t easy when you’re a natural born stuntman,

The story chugs along nicely with some rhyming prose, that is occasionally clever, and quite witty, and is animated well with a nice mix of 2D and the dreaded CGI, giving it the feel of a technically superior South Park.

No Sleep Wont Kill You

A weird one here. From live action of a kid on a bike, we go in turn to a rough line test style of work, being flimed as a flipbook, before being taken to images printed on walls, photographed in turn to, a look made famous by the viral animation by Blu.

The animation features a goat and a rhino boxing, and is filmed as grafitti, in a Gorrilla style. (ho ho)

There are some quite inventive use of medium here, not just does the artist use walls to paint on, but object such as trains, which he films passing at a speed so that each individual image moves, as if it was a strip a film. He also at the end paints sequential frames on a rounded observatory style building and dollies the camera around it, the effect being that the building is transformed into a giant zoetrope. A quite brilliant idea, and equally impressive execution of it too.

My Way

A 2D animation, which takes it’s title from the Frank Sinatra song. The style is that of a childrens’ illustrated book, and doodles in the margin of a sketchbook, and tells the story of a young boys journey as he grows into a man and has children of his own. It’s sweet troy, and nicely animated and told, but feels like the kind of thing you’ve seen before many times.

The Skeleton Woman

A woman who is tied down with hectic household life, -screaming kids, barking dogs and mountains of ironing – recounts her lost loves, as her current useless husband sits gazing at a computer screen collecting dust and cobwebs. An intriguing tale, beautifully aniated with a dark, yet pleasing ending.

Right, I have to dash really soon. There are two more to cover – French Song, which I didn’t get, but all the (I assume) French people in the audience seemed to adore, this must also be a contender for the audience award based on reaction alone, although I have no idea why.

And also Miss Remarkable and her Career, a film I lament not having time to write up now as it was so deeply annoying, and seemed to have been included in the selection simply to test the patience of the audience. It features a utterly self obsessed woman who wont stop being introspective, and wittering and moaning about how she’s not as talented as she wants to be, and is a fake and doesn’t know what she wants in life and it just goes on and on and on and on.

She is a creative who is convinced she’s not original, and so sinks into depression, as shown by a big black monster following her around, surely the most unoriginal metaphor for depression there is. This ‘clever’ metaphor is then made somewhat pointless when she goes for some anti depressants, which I presume must be a clever allusion for erm… going for some anti depressants.

Anyway, after far too much introspection and moaning she ends up trying to commit suicide, much to the relief of the audience, but manages to fail at that too. There aren’t many people who can manage to be annoying even when they are in the act of taking their own life.

Naturally it revealed that she has issues with her parents. Why on earth do all twats have to have issues with their parents and upbringing. Is it not possible that they are just twats, and their parents are fine?

Sorry if I sound like a moaning miserable bastard. It’s my parents fault.

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Day Three – Despicable Me blog

June 9th, 2010

The festival have put me up in nice hotel, just a couple of minutes walk from the center of animation hub. It’s a nice, top floor room that looks out over the town, and would be ideal, except for the lack of internet connection, thus my blogs coming a day late, as I have to get into town before I can post them. I’m not sure why the festival thought it would be good to put someone with a Press pass in a hotel without internet, and so an inability to easy get copy away efficiently… I can only assume they’ve read my articles.

Also this means I can’t check my facts like I normally do to make me seem cleverer than I actually am, so apologies for any inaccuracies that will inevitably litter these postings.

One perk though is that I’ve been give a room with twin beds. This means that when I wake up in the night all clammy and horrible from the muggy night’s humidity I can just climb into the nice fresh and cool spare bed. A great tip for anyone planning on coming to next year’s celebrations.

It was good to get up feeling fresh though, especially after my long day beforehand, as the first event I was attending was the relatively early Shorts and Breakfast. I love Shorts and Breakfast, me, and it never seems to be too oversubscribed, given that it is a small,  early morning, low key affair.  I always turn up early to nab myself a table, and the diligent bar staff supply us with free coffee and croissants, while Serge Bromberg, the festival’s Artistic Director waxes lyrical with the directors of the previous days short films in competition.

It’s great to attend this having caught the shorts the day before, and, as I found the first time I attended this – not so great if you haven’t seen them… unless you just wanted the free coffee and croissants.  I’m a big fan of DVD extras, and this is essentially what Shorts and Breakfast is. Where else could you hear Bill Plympton talk about his latest close up in such a relaxed, informal manner? Well, probably anywhere that Bill Plympton happens to be, actually, but I’m sure you know what I mean.

Also, I have learnt to pick up a portable translator set on my way in. Not all the film makers speak English, so the festival provide a personal radio receiver, and broadcast a live translation, helping us understand anything that is being said in Dutch, French, Portuguese or Welsh. On the flip side, the translator also translates any English speaking directors words into French, so if you get bored of what they’re saying, you can put the headset on and listen to a sexy French accent whispering huskily into your ear. And that’s for free too. Nice. Usually that sort of thing costs a fortune.

First exciting feature of the day was the Steve Carrell voiced animation ‘Despicable Me’. The film was packed out, as you’d imagine. I hadn’t booked for this one, so had to queue for tickets. As the crowd became a bigger mass of anxious people it was looking less and less likely that I would actually bag myself a ticket for this showing, but as luck would have it I was approached by someone who couldn’t make it and handed me their spare ticket. I’d juts like to thank the name on the ticket – Emmanuel Pierre, in case one day he ego searches his name in Google and comes across this blog. Cheers, Emmanuel, you stupid fool. What the hell were you thinking just giving away your ticket? You big dumb idiot. You could have flogged it for a fortune! I felt like Charlie Bucket with my golden ticket, and accordingly danced a jig off to the cinema, kicking my heels in the air, an ugly mass of envious people staring daggers into my back.

Just before the lights went down Serge Bromberg walked onto stage and informed us that this screening was a premier. Not just an Annecy premier, but a World premier  -we were to be the first audience ever to see this film, which made the already giddy audience of the Grande Salle even more excited.

Now, I must say that I find it hard to enjoy a CGI animation that has not been made by the might Pixar giant. The standard they set is so immensely high that other animation houses struggle to meet it, and I can only unavoidably find myself comparing the work to that of Pixar. John Lassetter and crew have spoiled me.

And so it is high praise indeed that I can happily say that ‘Despicable Me’ was brilliant fun. Carrell’s character, Gru, is an evil mastermind. The look of the character is Leo Baxendale’s Grimly Fiendish mixed in with Danny DeVito’s Penguin. Everything about him is despicable. He drives a despicable car, lives in a despicable house filled with despicable dead animals, despicably mounted or turned into furniture. He wears a despicable roll neck sweater and drinks despicable coffee from a despicable multinational high street coffee shop chain (Quite obviously Starbucks, but the film makers shy away from naming names). He is flanked by odd yellow tic tacs with eyes – the Oompa Loompa like ‘Minions’ – and an evil inventor, oddly voiced by Britiain’s very own despicable embarrassment, Russell Brand.

Things kick off for Gru when he is caught napping, and someone steals one of the great pyramids, instantly usurping his position as top evil genius. Obviously keen to reinstate this lofty status, he hatches a wild plot which will never be beaten – and plans to steal the moon, which leads to an exhilarating face off with arch-arch-evil pyramid thief Vector (who turns out to be a comicly geeky nerd boy, and who would probably would have been played by Steve Carrell had this film been a live action comedy).

The scenes between Gru and Vector vying for the top evil genius spot are hilariously executed, and packed with top gaggage. “But!”, I hear you cry, “we can’t watch a film that is just full of funny jokes about about evil genius’s being evil! What about out delicate moral sensibilities? Nobody will go to the cinema to see this if it is just about evil geniuses being evil! Where are the three orphan girls he has to grudgingly adopt, initially hating them, but slowly realising that he loves being a parent and becoming a much better, well rounded human being? We demand a mawkish emotional journey, not just evil genius fun”. To which I say “Well, I was coming to that bit. Jesus. Give us a chance.” before adding “Are you sure you’re a proper of the representative member of the audience and not a studio executive in disguise?”

Yeah, at first the orphan girls introduction does not achieve much else than signpost the direction in which the film is heading. But the characterisation of each girl is brilliant, and their place in the film is integral to the overall plot. This is not Huey, Deuy and Louie out with Unca’ Donald. Each girl has their own distinct personality and their own role to play in the film.

Gru must adopt the orphans as part of his wider dastardly plot to steal a shrinking ray from his nemesis, Vector, so that he can secure investment money from the bank. You see, evil plans don’t come cheap. It’s truly a great touch that the one thing that strikes fear into the heart of an evil genius is a trip to the bank.

However, as his grand plan start to be allayed as the girls lives take precedence in the eyes of Gru, he is forced to choose between his new life as a foster dad, or his evil old ways. Guess which one he ultimately goes for.

A hilarious film with some cracking gags and real depth to the characters, especially with both Gru and Vector’s parental issues, this animation flies by incredibly enjoyably. It is a testament to the films success that it received a very long standing ovation at the end of the screening that would have gone on until the crowd started to drop dead with exhaustion, throats dry from cheering and hands bloodied and blistered from clapping, had the film makers not eventually requested the applause to stop.

To sum things up simply; Despicable Me is wicked. Now let’s see how many newspapers overuse that phrase once it comes out on general release.

I have seen two other feature films in competition today: ‘Piercing 4’, and ‘Metropia’. I don’t have the time to write them up now, but will be doing so in the near future. Both were highly enjoyable pieces of work, and very deserving of my time, so I will try to do them both justice soon.

Now to finish off with a quick round up of today’s shorts in competition.

Je T’aime

My first Anime. It’s set in Tokyo, naturally in the future, and naturally everyone has been wiped out. All apart from a dog. A Basset Hound. God knows why he was spared, perhaps he’d popped out to appear in a boring American comic strip and then came back to find everyone dead. The film looks amazing, as you’d expect form this sort of work, and the detail is truly startling up on the huge screen. All the minutia is there in evidence – the animators have even spent time drawing the dogs little arsehole just to make sure nothing is left out. Possibly a bit too much time given that I noticed it enough to warrant giving it a mention. I don’t usually stare at dog’s arseholes in movies. Honest.

In the center of Tokyo a weird robot woman thing made out of French horns appears, and the dog keeps fetching her back various types of balls, until she is surrounded by dozens and dozens of spherical objects. It’s fair to say that there was a load of balls on the screen. Eventually she blasts a special ball and stuff blows up and all that, and then God knows what happens. It’s an Anime film. You know the story. Or rather, you have no idea of the story.

Lipsett’s Diaries

A very arty piece this, I didn’t follow the story as I was so taken in with the drawing. It was like wandering around a life drawing class were the students are encouraged to use any medium they like. Some great examples of animated artwork on paper, rendered with pencil, oils, collage and various other forms. Visually interesting, and one I will have to revisit to see what the plot was all about, if indeed there was one at all.

About St Basil

A Russian folk tale is on offer here, animated in fun, cartoony 2D. It centers around a mad old tramp who lives in Moscow. He is given spare change by the townsfolk which he keeps and never spends. When he dies the tramp leaves to the now vast amount he has accumulated to the town and so becomes sainted. There’s a mad old tramp who goes around Newcastle but I don’t think he’ll be made a saint for his generous monetary nature – not unless Carlsberg Special Brew start handing out the award.

The Village

A really nice bit of stop motion puppetry is on display here. A doctor gets a call from the local village asking him to come to their aid immediately. On arriving he finds the town to be deserted and in a bad state of disrepair, so sets about fixing things up. Although he methods for fixing a broken chair leg involve a flimsy bandage and a ceiling in bad need of propping up with a joist gets a bit of wood banged into it. I’m just glad he’s not my doctor. Honestly, if he was a genuine labourer he’d be taken to court, or at the very least filmed secretly for ‘Britian’s Worst Builders’.

The quirky character design is remarkably similar to John Cleese, and his characteristic walk makes him seem like something out of the ‘ministry of slightly odd walks’. This film, similar to the previous popular stop motion film ‘the Weatherman’, is hghly enjoyable, if only let down by the ‘Oh, it’s that kind of ending, ending’, as seen recently in ‘Lost’ and ‘Ashes to Ashes’.

Don’t Go

I hate cats. Cats are horrible little twats. Scratching things and yowling. Round them all up, shove them into a bag with some bricks and toss it into a canal. And then shoot it. Bloody cats.

This film however, has the best cat in the world in it. I love this cat. I adore this cat. You go anywhere near this cat, you so much as hurt one hair on his lovely little cute cat face and I’ll come after you.

Featuring a live action cat chasing and attacking a CG compostited one eyed pink rabbit creature around a room, ‘Don’t Go’ made me convinced at first that this was an amazingly real looking fake CG cat. How else would the film makers have got it to react so convincingly and act so well with an animated rabbit that was to dropped in later? This cat puts Bob Hoskins to shame.

The last few shots of this animation are sans rabbit. Just cat. Just cat reacting and twitching and chasing nothing but thin air. This is a mental, mad cat with a personality that has inspired an amazing film. Coupled with a crowd pleasing soundtrack, I think this is a very strong contender to hold aloft the audience award on Saturday. It’s got a cat in it!! Awwww!! Look at the cat!

Fossil Memory

A very stylish film, created, from what I can tell, from charcoal and chalk. A suitable medium indeed for a story about a young boy finding out about the mine in which his grandfather worked. This is a really interesting piece, and especially nice as the method used has that wonderful ‘ghost’ effect of previous frames where the drawing has been rubbed out and redone. In an industry where flashy, seamless computer trickery is commonplace, it’s really nice to see a film were you can see the methodology, as previously displayed in the popular ‘Blu’ wall art stop frame animation.

Hand Soap

A typically bizarre offering here from Japan. Starting off with frogs being hurled at a wall, and bludgeoned to death we instantly realise that this is not cuddly safe Disney enchanted frog territory. This is the story of a germophobic young boy reaching puberty. At least I think that’s what it was. It was hard to follow, not least because the film seemed intent on making the audience turn away and wince as much as it could.

So we were treated to acne being revoltingly squeezed numerous times; a long thick penis with an anus on the end that laid big fleshy fatty eggs, and a dissected frog dancing merrily away, with all its guts hanging out on display. Actually, the audience sheered that last one, truth be told.

Hand Soap is notably mainly for the technique employed. Where some 2D animation use ‘moving holds’, or ‘boiling lines’, Hand Soap uses the same technique for every frame – backgrounds, textures, the lot. The result is a look that ripples away constantly on screen, almost as if we are viewing the film through a fish tank. The human skin textures throughout are created with detailed, magnified close ups of actual human skin, uncomfortably bringing us far closer to a spotty teenagers acne strewn face than we ever should have to be. Luckily the final film of the shorts in competition was shown after dinner, as the acne imagery would have put me the fromage I had for my lunch.

Day Two – The Shrek 4 blog

June 8th, 2010

I successfully touched down in Geneva this morning. Following a stressful dash to check in, the flight was, as you’d imagine, a mundane experience and I was happy at the though of not seeing another plane for a week. As usual there was a mad rush of bodies desperate to get off the airbus as soon as it landed, despite the fact they all then had to hang around waiting for their suitcases for half an hour. Given that Geneva is home to the Large Hadron Collider, you would think that one of the boffins might have thought to implement some of that technology within the luggage carousel. If they can shoot atoms around a huge metal hoop at close to the speed of light, then surely they can speed up a couple of suitcases. It’s sod’s law that your bag will always appear last, and I am king sod.

The shuttlebus whisked me from Switzerland and into France, to the heart of Annecy, through the picturesque Alps. Quite literally through the picturesque Alps. Last year a motorway and a network of tunnels were completed that do indeed appear to go through the rock. I didn’t get to see any of the mountainous terrain.

A quick suitcase drop at the hotel, and it was off to pick up my passes and festival satchel from the festival collection point. The bags at Annecy contain all the literature about the festival you could wish for, and ‘literature’ is the right term. It’s like carrying around the back catalogue of the entire English library. Really, rather than give you a satchel, it would be easier just to pile all the books and brochures onto a builder’s hod and make you carry that around. If I get kicked out of hotel early I can be rest assured that I can build myself an entire new hotel complex with the weighty paper bricks I am lugging around.

Aside from the brochures I got a few invites for events I’m sure I’ll cover soon, and a nice shiny pass that says ‘Press’ on it. The queue of people at the first screening must have read that word as a literal request, and I proceeded to get pressed – and squeezed and pushed and jostled and shoved – as we filed into the lush cavernous Grande Salle cinema, the main screen of the festival.

Not surprising really, as the first film of the day was the European premier of Shrek 4 (aka Shrek Forever after). Excitement was understandably running high, especially as the films director, Mike Mitchell, and Dreamworks’ baldy headed head honcho Jeffery Katenburg were appearing on stage.

I must say now that I am not a fan of the Shrek franchise. Sure, the first film was good, I’ll give you that. The second film was ok, but to me it seemed as if eyes were on the marketing, merchandise and general cash cow milking. The third film, in my journalistic, critical opinion, was dross. So as I took my seat to see the final outing of everyone’s favourite miserable green giant (not counting the Incredible Hulk, The Loch Ness Monster or the Jolly Green Giant on an off day) I was skeptical to say the least.

Annecy is not Annecy until you have been painfully stabbed in the back of the head by a sharp paper dart. Sure enough, it happened to me almost instantly. Having earlier felt pleased to leave planes behind me at the airport I was now in a theatre that was full of paper ones gliding around everywhere. Usually I have a great fear that one of these lethal projectiles will catch me in the eye, fortunately Shrek 4 was playing in 3D, so any fears I had of catching one in the eye was allayed when I donned the protective 3D safety goggles. Occasionally a well-crafted paper dart soared straight over the entire crowd of the Grande Salle and hit the cinema screen, to huge cheers and bawdy eruptions of applause. I just hoped that the film would garner a fraction of the appreciation a paper dart did for hitting a wall.

As the lights went down and the hubbub calmed, I realised that the European premier of Shrek 4 was in French, and, what is more, without English subtitles. Being a mono lingual thick Brit I was clearly going to struggle. However, being British the very thought of getting up to leave was completely out of the question. When I booked these tickets it was online and I hadn’t paid close enough attention to the screening language, which now seemed to be something of a faux pas… sorry: ‘mistake’.

Within the first two minutes though there was joke that involved a baby projectile urinating into the face of Shrek, and into his mouth. Aha ha! Baby piss in a mouth! I settled happily into my seat. This was not a film for which the language barrier was going to be an insurmountable hurdle to straddle.. Sure enough, a few minutes later and Shrek is sitting on the toilet. Aha haa! Toilets! And look! Now Shrek is creating snow angels, but he is in a pigsty filled with pig’s shit, instead of snow. Aha ha haaa!

The plot, from what I could tell, is that Shrek the nasty ogre has mellowed as a result of fatherhood. He is no longer angry and scary, and everyone loves him. Shrek misses being a scary big ogre, and actually wishes that people didn’t like him very much. Perhaps he should just stick on a DVD of Shrek 3.

Instead he strikes up a deal with Rumplestiltskin, one of the few classic fairy tale characters not yet to have been adopted by the franchise up until this point. I’m afraid I’m a bit sketchy on the details of said deal; the dialogue flew over my head like so many of the paper darts earlier. Also, I was trying to work out who Rumplestiltskin reminded me of, until I realised he owes quite a lot to Buddy – or Syndrome – from the Incredibles.

The result of the deal is that all magic stuff happens, and somehow Shrek gets transported to a world were everyone still considers him a scary ogre. After initially having a laugh terrifying the local townsfolk, Shrek reailses that in this reality he never rescued the Princess Fiona and his one true love has no idea who he is. Realising that perhaps things weren’t too bad before after all he must woo Fiona quickly, before time runs out and something something French French French.

This final Shrek adventure turns out to be a corker. Wisely playing down the tedious pop culture references that shall surely badly date the previous films, this is a story that in fact owes more to ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ than a rehash of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Judging by the reaction of the French speakers in the audience, there are some great lines of dialogue here too.

Naturally there have been many technical advances since our last date with Shrek, and the ugly beast looks better than ever. His green porous skin is more well defined than ever, and Katzenburg revealed that this film gobbled up 46 million render hours. I think that means it would take one computer 46 million hours to produce, which is slightly less time than it took to produce the ‘Thief and the Cobbler’.

As the final titles roll, we are treated to a montage of Shrek’s ‘best bits’, but we can allow Dreamwork’s this indulgence as they have allowed Shrek to leave on a high, with his dignity reinstated, This film’s original working title was ‘Shrek Goes Fourth’. Then it was changed to ‘Shrek Forever After’. It could also quite easily carry the title ‘Shrek Forgiven’.

Okay, I’m going to rattle through the next screening, quick. As this is the festival of the short film, I intend to see each ‘Shorts in Competition’ program.

Logorama: You know, the short that won the Oscar recently. Completed filled with logos and big brand mascots. At first you think you’re being really clever for spotting them – hey, well done you – but it soon becomes clear that it’s completely impossible to miss the bloody things, and even sooner after that the novelty wears off and you have to try to enjoy the story, of which there is very little substance.

In fact by the end the film-makers seemingly gave up on any kind of story or point they were trying to make and just got on with the job of cramming in as many clever uses of logos as they could think of. Is it a tale about the world drowning under a sea of commercials? Is it subversive, or is it actually just giving these brands even more ad space? Oh, who cares, look! The Audi Logo is being used as a bridge! Tee hee. Clever me.

Get the Picture: A sweet, dialogue free piece here. Using drawings that kind of resemble a simplified Charles Schultz illustration, if such a thing is possible, this tells the story of a young girl with a digital camera. It becomes really quite creative and inventive, as the things she takes pictures of become trapped in the camera, or on the printout of the image. Suitably, subtlety scored by piano, this is a lovely film that proves that simplicity is on occasion, key.

Lets Pollute: Another case of ‘lovely to look at but let down by story’. Lets Pollute is a mock infomercial, the kind you got in the 50s if you were American and alive back then. As such the UPA art style reflects this, and it really does look great. There are touches here of Teddy Newton’s style, as showcased in many of the sumptuous ‘Art of…’ Pixar books. It’s like a moving copy of ‘Cartoon Modern’.

However, the message here is all about how we are killing the world. And it’s done as a joke, turning the message on it’s head, and actually advocating pollution. This comes across as very preachy and self rightous – “Oh, look at you, you lazy ignorant fool, can’t be bothered to recycle? Oh, just shove it in a bin then, why don’t you, oh yes, it’s fine, we’ll take care of it on a landfill somewere, don’t you bother yourself when all dolphins are dying because of YOU, just go and watch tv and consume more energy why don’t you, you fat useless lump”. It’s all the more annoying because, personally, I DO take time out to recycle! Why am I being told off? Films should speak to you as an individual, but this one keeps prodding me in the ribs and not allowing me to get a word in edgeways to defend myself.

Angry Man: Shown in Norwegian with French subtitles, so I may have missed much of what this film was about, but initially it seemed to be about domestic abuse. A man flips out and attacks his wife, made all the more disturbing – and powerful – by the fact we don’t see any of it, rather, we hear it from the bedroom of their son, who cowers terrified under the blankets.

The terrified boy, with the help of a beautifully animated wirey black dog (reminiscent of the famous ‘Black Dog’), writes a  letter to the King, who turns up, and takes the Angry Man away. The King soon fixes the Angry Man, and he and his son start to slowly rebuild their relationship.

It’s worth mentioning the animation style, it is mostly drawings and cutout in a naïve young child’s scrappy style. This look however, is deceptive, as the animation on display here is very accomplished, and there are some very clever, effective examples of forced perspective. The child’s drawings especially help us as an audience to see the goings on through the eyes of the frightened child character. This is one short I will be going back to, if only for the fact I need to see it in English to fully understand the story.

Light Forms: Initially abstract, the colourful shapes and images on screen develop gradually like amoebas under a microscope, becoming everso slightly less abstract. I found this film to be mesmerizing, like looking into clouds and trying to spots shapes. The backing track features some great sound design, and all from the same one animator.

Whistleless: A delightful little tale of a finger painted type bird who is sadly unable to whistle and so can’t join in with everybody else who is whistling a tune. When she steals a policeman’s whistle, chaos ensues, and so the poor bird must return the whistle. Don’t worry though, there is a happy ending. Hooray for the charming little bird. Aw look, you made me go all soft.

The Cow Who Wanted to Be a Burger: Bill Plympton doesn’t half rattle these off. His latest short is, oddly enough, about a cow who wants to be a burger, having spotted a roadside hoarding that clearly does a great job of advertising meat patties.

Not in his usual sketchy pencil keyframed style, this is a bold and bright, garish offering, made up of colours that look sampled from a packet of ‘Laughing Cow’. Though the look may be different from what we have become accustomed to, the story is definitely classic twisted Plympton.

Red End and the Seemingly Symbiotic Society: Were to start here? Christ knows. It’s late and I think I have to go. I really don’t have time to do this film the justice it deserves. It’s got ants in it, is that good enough? I’ll come back to this one when I have had a proper chance to reflect on it. At the moment I’m knackered and my arm aches – not from typing, but from carrying my builders hod around. More tomorrow…