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Blogs There’s a Party in my Tummy

I see a lot of TV animation for kids. Sounds pretty enviable, doesn’t it? Well, it is when you stumble upon godsends like the shows Yo Gabba Gabba! Otherwise, it’s a pretty hellish experience being forced to hear god-awful music and watch screaming adult-voiced kids, bad animation, idiotic storylines, and annoying dialogue, writing, and plots that read like they’re were made by a factory of Ned Flanders clones.

Blogs It's Not All A Drag

A partner in crime at the Ottawa International Animation Festival, recently suggested that I should address a relatively familiar (meaning it was probably two people who asked) question asking why we don't show more funny films. Believe me, I want to show funny films. If I could, that's all we'd be showing. The problem, mon chums, is that I just don't think that most of you make funny films.

Blogs Rubber Plants and Reptiles

There are films that have blitzed my senses into giddy, drunken stupors of delirium and bewilderment, riotous exhalings of creativity, desperation, and experimentation. Too often, these voices expire as rapidly as they respired, brief greetings before vanishing into the crowded darkness. One of the first animation films to short circuit me was Hilary by then Royal College of Art graduate, Anthony Hodgson.

Blogs Sensual Healings

Pretty much everyone thinks they can do selection better. I go to Annecy and other festivals and can't understand what the committees and juries are thinking. But...what you and me are doing is presuming there are good and bad ways of doing selection. Festival committees and judges are not these detached demi-Gods standing above and beyond us mortals. They are just everyday folks, as biased, passionate and flawed and well-meaning as you and your films.

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