Bill Plympton's works have always worked better for me in small doses...so this 80 minute feature tends to wear on its audience. Essentially a silent film, and filled with muted colors, it's the story of a man who wakes up one day with stubs growing out of his back. Now imbued with a set of conscious wings and a sense of moral duty, the man struggles to be free of them. That's the impetus behind it all.
Kinda dark and weird, as you would expect.
3 squiggly lines out of 5
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