Fried Chicken: A Quirky Old Short That Still Hits Different

The title “Fried Chicken” just hits different, doesn't it? Like, you expect something specific, maybe a little goofy. And honestly, this little film delivers on that. Is it a must-see for everyone today? Nah, probably not. But if you’re into those quirky, old-school shorts, the kind that feel like a snapshot from another time, then yeah, give it a shot. Folks looking for deep meaning or flashy production values will absolutely hate it. It's too simple for them. 🙅‍♀️

This short, from way back when, follows Frank Moser’s character – let’s call him Stan, because he feels like a Stan – on a singular mission: getting his hands on some fried chicken. Not just any fried chicken, mind you. The film doesn't really spell out why this particular chicken is so vital, but you feel it in Stan's eyes. It's a primal urge, almost. You see him pacing. He looks hungry. Very hungry.

The whole thing feels a bit like a fever dream, honestly. Stan's journey takes him through what looks like a surprisingly empty town square. There’s a scene where he tries to barter for chicken with a hat. A hat! And the other guy, whoever he is, just stares. It’s a real beat of silence, that one. You can almost feel the director thinking, “How long can we hold this?” It goes on a beat too long, and it gets funny. 😂

Paul Terry, the writer, really leaned into the simple absurdity. There’s no grand narrative arc here. Just Stan, this guy, and his chicken quest. At one point, he tries to catch a chicken that's just wandering around. Like, he actually thinks he can just grab it. The way he lunges, all flailing limbs, it's just delightful. The chicken, naturally, is much faster. It's a chase that feels both desperate and totally pointless.

And the close-ups. Oh, the close-ups. There’s this shot of Stan's face when he finally smells something promising. His nostrils flare. His eyes light up. It’s so over-the-top, but it works because the stakes are so low. It makes you smile. It makes you kinda want fried chicken yourself.

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It’s not a film that tries to be anything more than what it is. A small, odd, almost forgotten piece. The acting, if you can call it that, is mostly physical comedy. Moser does a lot with his eyebrows and general exasperation. His trousers are a little too big, too. A tiny detail, but it just adds to his slightly disheveled charm.

There’s a moment near the end where he almost gets his hands on a bucket. A glorious, golden-brown bucket. But then, a dog runs by. Just a dog. And the bucket falls. It’s such a simple gag, but the timing is just right. You almost gasp, then you laugh. It’s not clever writing, but it’s effective.

I mean, the sound design (if it even had sound, given the era) must have been simple. Just some clucks, maybe a frantic scramble. But you picture it, don't you? The frantic flapping of wings. The crunch of dry leaves underfoot.

What strikes me most is how focused it is. It doesn't get sidetracked. No subplots about romance or hidden treasure. Just Stan and his chicken. It’s refreshing, honestly, in a world where every film tries to be three films at once. It reminds you that sometimes, a single, silly idea is enough.

It’s a peculiar little time capsule. Not a masterpiece, not even close. But it has this charm. This raw, unpolished, very human desperation for something simple. If you stumble upon it, maybe give it a few minutes. You might find yourself smiling at Stan's relentless, almost absurd pursuit. It’s got a genuine, unforced laugh or two. 👍