6.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. A Hunting We Will Go remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seven minutes and a weird fondness for rubber-hose animation, sure. It’s for the folks who like their cartoons to feel like a fever dream from 1932. If you need a coherent story or you’re a big fan of actual hunting, you’re going to hate this. It’s mostly just limbs stretching in ways that shouldn't be physically possible.
The whole thing starts with that classic Fleischer energy. You know the kind—where the background looks like it’s vibrating and everyone moves like they’re made of loose spaghetti. Bimbo and Koko are out there with their guns, looking for furs. It’s pretty clear they aren't exactly experts at the whole tracking thing.
The forest feels alive in that weird, menacing way old cartoons do. Every tree has a face, and the animals are definitely smarter than the hunters. It’s actually kind of funny to watch them try to catch anything. You can tell the movie wasn't trying to be a deep dive into nature; it was just trying to be loud and bouncy.
It’s not as manic as Motor Mad, but it has that same feeling of everything happening at once. The timing is a bit off in spots, like the animators were just throwing things at the wall to see what stuck. Sometimes a character just freezes for a second too long, which makes you wonder if the frame rate just gave up.
There is this one bit with the furs that is just pure nonsense. I won't spoil it, but it’s the kind of logic you only find in these early talkies. It feels like someone came up with a punchline first and then scrambled to build a scene around it.
Honestly, watching this feels like digging through a dusty attic. It’s not polished, it’s definitely rough around the edges, and it’s a little strange. But there’s a charm to that, right? It’s not trying to be Crainquebille. It just wants to make you laugh with a weird sound effect or a weird visual gag.
If you've seen Back Stage, you’ll recognize that specific vibe of chaotic performance. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s a total trip. Don't look for a moral, because you won't find one. Just watch the squiggly lines do their thing.

IMDb 6.9
1932
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