“Deliberately commits every possible outrage against fine taste and traditional ideas of cinema. It is living proof that there is more to intelligent cartoons than Pixar, Japanese anime, or European animation art.” — WARSAW FILM FESTIVAL
Director: Ayar Blasco
Screenplay: Ayar Blasco, Martín Castro
Cast: Jorge Sesán, Sofía Gala, Dr. Tangalanga, Divina Gloria, Martín Piroyanski
Producers: Jimena Monteoliva
Print Source: Crudo Films
2011 | 8 min
Spanish language, English subtitles
Sneering at you from a very strange place somewhere between the worlds of SOUTH PARK, Monty Python and Alejandro Jodorowsky, this hysterical post-apocalyptic Argentinian terrorist act comes bearing gifts aplenty, and by gifts, we mean mutants! Cannibals! Revolutionaries! A cat that dares to dream! Living radioactive potatoes with arms, feet and hatred! Love! Anarchy! Sex! Violence! Drugs! Nihilism! Irony! Meat!
Before the apocalypse hit, this alternate version of Beunos Aires was already a wickedly grumpy place. A politician could go on national television and announce “you can all go f*ck yourselves” and the citizenry would simply grumble and go on with their miserable day. Our story begins many years later, with a pissy populace made all the pissier by the inconvenience of nuclear assault. It’s been many years since the apocalypse, and youth culture is a mess. Once (that’s a character’s name and not a reference of time) and his frequently on-the-nod junkie girlfriend Checo wander through cities, deserts, police stations and the odd convenience store, hooking up with a bad crowd and getting into all manner of confrontation with the good, the bad and the ridiculous. We won’t even get started on the troupe of mutant abstract performance artists or the matter-of-factly brain-damaged “impregnator.”
EL SOL is bonkers. Brilliantly bonkers. Its makers, who’ve worked on GORGONAS and MERCANO EL MARCIANO, describe the film as “black humour, nasty words and intelligent rubbish in a unique cartoon for adults.” Fair enough. The animation style is intentionally crude (hey, the production company calls itself El Crudo!) and much of the comedy is vulgar with a furiously capitalized V, but this is one dangerously imaginative piece of work. Its episodic structure allows the film to jump anywhere and everywhere it wants to go, introducing one kooky character and scenario after another in a cavalcade of the unusual. Beyond that, EL SOL takes wild-eyed glee in smashing apart conventions of filmic storytelling — at one point, a single voice actor speaks the lines of every character for an entire scene, an on-screen text explaining that it’s happening because the performer hadn’t realized what he was doing and the filmmakers thought it sounded cool. Anarchistic and psychotic, EL SOL is an animated panic ephemera, the perfect counterculture “f*ck you” comedy cartoon with which to celebrate the end of the world. Speaking of End Times, be sure to stick around through the end credits for some… oh come on, damn it, it’s a $*&% surprise!