6.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Giantland remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seven minutes and a soft spot for the early, slightly unhinged era of Disney animation, sure. It’s perfect for people who like their fairy tales with a side of genuine peril. If you’re looking for something calm to help you nap, skip it. The constant screeching and the giant’s massive teeth might keep you up.
Mickey starts this thing by playing Jack, and honestly, the way he just climbs that beanstalk like it’s a ladder at the local playground is weirdly casual. He doesn't seem worried about the height at all.
The giant in this is just… a lot. He’s huge, he’s loud, and he’s constantly hungry. There’s a moment where Mickey ends up inside a giant cheese sandwich, and it’s grosser than it sounds. I really felt for the guy. Nobody wants to be a garnish in a sandwich the size of a king-sized mattress.
The pacing is all over the place, which is fine. It’s a cartoon, not a history documentary. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in The Booze Hangs High, though maybe a bit less chaotic.
It’s strange how Mickey just decides to burn his way out of the problem at the end. Like, is that the moral of the story? If a giant tries to eat you, just set his furniture on fire? Maybe.
I couldn't help but notice how the animation shifts when the giant is chasing him. It’s like the artists were trying to see how much motion they could cram into a single frame. It’s exhausting to watch, but in a good way.
It’s definitely not as weird as some of the stuff you see in Die Gespensterstunde, but it has its own brand of odd charm. Mickey isn't just a mascot here; he's a guy trying not to become lunch. That’s a vibe I can get behind. 🐭