5.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. I Wish I Had Wings remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a thing for vintage animation that feels a little unhinged, sure. It is a quick watch for people who like their cartoons with a side of mild chaos. If you prefer your animated chicks to be cute and law-abiding, you will probably hate this.
The whole premise is basically: hunger drives you to do terrible things. This baby hen is staring at food like he is in a trance. You can feel the desperation in the way he waddles.
Most cartoons from this era are all about simple gags, but I Wish I Had Wings takes a weirdly dark turn. Using a kerosene lamp to set a scarecrow on fire? That is a level of commitment to a snack that I just did not expect.
The movement is typical for the time, though sometimes the chicken’s eyes look like they are staring directly into your soul. 🐥
The pacing is fast, maybe too fast. One minute the chick is dreaming of corn, the next he is basically a tiny, feathery arsonist. It is wild.
You can tell the animators were just having fun with the physics of the fire. There is this one shot where the flames just go wild for no reason, and it is honestly the best part of the whole thing. It is not trying to be a deep meditation on anything, which is a relief.
If you think this sounds intense, try watching Short Orders afterward to wash the taste of chicken-induced fire out of your brain. It feels like a weird fever dream you had on a Sunday afternoon.
Is it a masterpiece? No. Is it weirdly satisfying to watch a bird solve a problem with fire? Absolutely.