4.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 4.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Farming Fools remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you grew up on old-school, black-and-white animation, you will probably get a kick out of Farming Fools. It’s short, it’s loud, and it doesn’t care about your logic.
If you prefer stories that actually go somewhere, stay far away. This is pure kinetic energy and not much else. 🐒
Watching Oswald try to handle his farm is like watching a car crash in slow motion, except the car is made of rubber and keeps bouncing back. The three monkeys show up and honestly, they are just agents of pure entropy. They don’t want anything except to see the farm go up in smoke.
The pacing is absolutely unhinged. There’s no room to breathe because the gags are firing off like a machine gun. Sometimes I wonder if these animators were trying to see how many frames they could cram into a minute before the celluloid melted.
It’s funny to compare this to something like The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which takes itself so seriously you can feel the weight of it. Farming Fools is the exact opposite. It’s like it’s screaming, "Nothing matters! Just look at this monkey throw a shovel!"
It’s not high art. It’s not even trying to be. It feels like a fever dream you’d have after eating too much candy and watching late-night TV. Honestly, I didn't hate it, even if I have no idea why the monkeys were so angry at a farm in the first place. 🚜
Maybe they just had a bad morning. We've all been there.