The Pimp waxes nostalgically about his early affection for the game of baseball…and shares some baseball-themed animated shorts.
The Animation Pimp
The animation Pimp riffs on the topic of laughter and its importance in our lives. Especially when things are less than peachy.
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.
It's about an old animator... 90 plus now... and it's written LIKE listening to a 90 year old talk... random and all over the place... like my sister.
This time Mr. Pimp is giving you the floor to ask about various rumors and legends about the OIAF over the years.
Hide the children, put away your daughters, he is coming. That prevert of the Baltics, Priit Pärn. The barely-a-man looks like a dressed up caveman.
Through the use of a short story, the Animation Pimp delves into the issue of why short films continue to get bigger.
An Aussie, a Brit, a Latvian and an Israeli walk into a bar - The Animation Pimp discusses the issue of why animators are making such big, fat films.
The Animation Pimp interviews legendary mad man JJ Villard. And lives to tell the tale.
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.
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.