6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Disarmament Conference remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school animation that doesn't make a lick of sense, sure. You’ll probably hate it if you need a coherent story or if you get annoyed by characters that just keep getting hit by stuff for no reason.
There’s something deeply weird about watching Krazy Kat walk into a literal war zone to talk about disarmament. It’s the kind of premise that could only exist in the world of 1920s animation. Everything is loose. The backgrounds feel like they might slide off the frame if the projector runs too fast.
The pacing is… well, it’s frantic. It’s not interested in building up tension. It’s interested in how many things can explode or change shape in under ten seconds.
I found myself staring at the way the characters move. It’s jittery. It’s almost like the animators were on their third pot of coffee and just wanted to see what would happen if a bomb turned into a bouquet of flowers. Classic, right?
It definitely lacks the polished, corporate sheen we get today. It’s messy. Sometimes the lines don't even connect properly. But that’s the charm, I guess.
Don't go in expecting some grand political statement. It’s a cat in the woods getting blown up. It’s funny, sure, but mostly it’s just a fever dream on celluloid. 🐱💥
It’s barely a movie, really. It’s more like a blink-and-you-miss-it bit of madness. Still, it’s got more personality than most of the stuff coming out on streaming these days. Probably because nobody told them they couldn't do whatever they wanted.