dir. Calobi
With its incoherent story, horrendous animation, awful music, one-dimensional characters, and general mind-melting impact, it’s hard to even refer to Our Drawings as a film. The one-hour running time means the experience is mercifully short, but adds to the sense that it was in fact an amateur student’s animation project that should never have seen the light of day. The supposed “story” follows Paige Foster, a teenager – or possibly adult, this seems to change – who accesses an alternate reality through her drawings. This is due to her innate magical ability, or possibly a magic pen, or maybe happens when she’s in a coma – also unclear. The cognitive whirlwind is only compounded by features such as a beat-boxing dog, a sentient s’more, an evil art teacher, the fact that Paige’s sister is seemingly named “Pillow”, and the day being saved by repeatedly chanting what sounds like, um, “wrist waters on my neck”. That’s not the only line which is repeated, with several recorded sections of dialogue just being replayed multiple times at different points. Whether a line is uttered once or a billion times, the voice acting always sounds like AI screaming to be let free, especially during the ear-bleeding songs. Of course, our heroine Paige saves the world – although actually maybe it’s the sentient s’more who does, that isn’t clear either. The film is right that people’s attempts to make art can change lives; watching the disaster of Our Drawings is certainly a life-changing event.
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