6.2/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Elves at the Party remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old, bouncy cartoons from the era where animation felt like a fever dream, you will probably dig Elves at the Party. It’s not exactly deep, but it’s got a weird, frantic energy that modern stuff lacks. If you hate anything that looks like it came from a dusty vault or if you need a coherent, logical plot to stay awake, maybe skip this one.
Toby is just trying to throw a nice Halloween party. Then the witches show up. And the elves. It goes from a quiet night to a total circus in about three seconds flat. Why are there so many elves, anyway?
There is a moment about halfway through where the animation just stops caring about physics entirely. It reminded me a bit of the frantic pacing in Fresh Fish, where everything just slides around the screen until you get dizzy. It’s not high art, but it’s definitely something.
The party guests don't really have names or backstories, they just exist to take up space and dance until the frame feels full. It’s pretty funny how the whole thing just ends abruptly, like the animator finally got tired of drawing ears. No big wrap-up, no moral, just done. I kind of respect that.
It’s not as heavy as La forza della coscienza, obviously. Sometimes you don't need a heavy message. Sometimes you just need to see an elf trip over a pumpkin for no reason. 🎃