6.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Dizzy Red Riding-Hood remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s animation that feels like it was drawn during a fever dream, yes, definitely watch this. It is short, weird, and moves at the speed of light.
If you prefer your stories to actually have a beginning, middle, and end, or if you get annoyed by characters who constantly break into dance for no reason, skip it. You will probably hate the pacing.
Watching Dizzy Red Riding-Hood feels like finding an old, dusty sketchbook in an attic that somehow started moving. Betty Boop is just doing her thing, skipping through the forest, looking like she wandered off the set of a much more polite film. Then the wolf shows up, and the whole thing just goes off the rails.
There is this moment where the forest background starts moving in a way that feels totally unnatural. Like the animators just gave up on perspective and decided to make the trees dance instead. It is deeply unsettling but kind of hypnotic.
Bimbo is mostly there to provide the muscle, but he is more of a liability than a hero. Watching him try to navigate the woods is like watching a cartoon character realize they are in a cartoon. It is meta in a way that feels totally accidental.
I couldn't help but compare the frantic energy here to Noisy Neighbors. Both films have this way of making the environment feel like it is actively plotting against the main characters. Everything is bouncy. Everything is loud.
The whole short is just a series of gags strung together by a thin thread of plot. It reminds me a bit of the sheer, unadulterated absurdity found in The Story of the Monkey King, just with more jazz music and less mythology. You aren't watching for the narrative, you’re watching because you want to see how far they can push the ink before it snaps.
The ending doesn't really land, but who cares? The journey is the point. It’s a bizarre little artifact. 🐺✨