One of my earliest memories is of sitting outside in the snow and a big jacket, with my Playskool plastic barn and assorted barn animals, toy cars, soldiers and such. I spent hours, everywhere, arranging these figures, hurling them through the sky, burying them under rocks, occasionally melting or dissecting them, inventing crazy situations where they could interact, play, attack and relax. None of them, I expect, were as exhilaratingly intense or as laugh-out-loud-funny as the bizarre adventures that directors Stephane Aubier and Vincent Patar invent for Cowboy, Indian, Horse and their assorted cohorts in this whimsical and clever stop-motion animated film.
Cowboy and Indian are careless and carefree. They live together in a big house with the somewhat more dignified Horse, who enjoys chocolate-covered hay and has a thing for the beautiful music teacher, Ms. Longree. It's Horse's birthday, and Cowboy and Indian forgot to get a present, so they get frantic. They decide to build him a brick barbecue, but they don't have enough bricks, so they order some online but instead of the 50 they need they accidentally order 500000000000000000000 or some such ridiculous number of bricks. Towering the extra bricks on top of the house turns out not to be such a good idea; and when they try to rebuild their broken house out of stray bricks, the funny thing is that someone keeps stealing their walls, and now they all have to work together to resolve the mystery.
I saw this with my kids, but in a theater where there were mostly adults, and everyone was busting up at the absurdly over-the-top scenarios that felt like the spontaneous result of whimsical and inventive storytellers with lots of plastic toys at their disposal. It's more lo-fi than, say,
Wallace & Gromit or
Coraline, and it's less refined and clever than Wes Anderson's
Fantastic Mr. Fox, but it's more fun than I've had in the theater in a long time. Highly recommended for adults who haven't forgotten everything about childhood, and for children who won't be traumatized by either subtitles or surrealistic silliness (including a night of drunken carousing on the part of plastic toys, that ends with Farmer plastered in a jealous rage, ready to punch the lights out of Postman for asking his wife to dance).
My wife and one of my kids missed this in the theaters, and I can't wait for the dvd release to bring it home for all to enjoy. I would take this any day over most of the animated dreck that comes and goes in the local movieplexes. Great stuff for lovers of inventive cinema.