Loc-Nar Never Stood a Chance

Image from South Park’s satire of Heavy Metal (1981), titled “Major Boobage." Kenny McCormick rides on a satirical dinosaur-bird with a satirical maiden of Taarna behind him. Her boobs are on Kenny's head. They are flying in the bright, blue sky above a desert mountain landscape.

|Elizabeth Mathers| My (unknowing) introduction to Heavy Metal (1981) was South Park’s Season 12, Episode 3 “Major Boobage.” An absolutely transcendent piece of comedy. I know others also took this episode as an entry point into finding one of the greatest animated films. Heavy Metal is the gift that keeps on giving—great art,… Continue reading

CARTOONS! CHAOS! CLASSIC ROCK! How HEAVY METAL Almost Became What I Wanted—and Why That Almost Matters

|Jay Ditzer| The reputation of the animated cult classic Heavy Metal rests on promises it largely can’t keep. Sure, it’s full of sex, drugs, and rock ’n roll, at least superficially. What it actually delivers is something more revealing. The film is deeply of its era, which is both a strength and a weakness. Continue reading

When The Wind Blows and How Nostalgia Lies to Us

|Wil McMillen| Everyone is scared. Everyone is broke. Unemployment is skyrocketing. There’s a madman in the White House who is threatening to blow up anyone who looks at him wrong.  It’s 1983, and I’m eight years old. Nostalgia for the 1980s is amusing to me. The 80s, at least the early 80s… Continue reading

Don Hertzfeldt Has Something to, um, Tell You

|J.R Jones| Don Hertzfeldt’s characters have always struggled for words. In the opening scene of his hourlong animation It’s Such a Beautiful Day (2012), the everyman protagonist, Bill, recognizes someone walking toward him on the street and prepares a greeting. But when they pass… Continue reading

Hertzfeldt to Miyazaki to Life: How Negative Space in Animation Gave Me the Time to Live

|Zach Staads| I first saw Don Hertzfeldt’s Everything Will Be OK in my friend’s living room, a cavernous Victorian echo chamber carved from oak and smothered in pink-beige plaster, where we watched on a chunky, green Dell laptop from 2006. Those 17 minutes changed my life. Continue reading