Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you’re the kind of person who enjoys tracking down obscure animation from the 1930s, then absolutely. You’ll find something charming here. If you’re looking for a plot that moves at breakneck speed or fancy character development, you’re going to be disappointed pretty fast. It’s a relic, and it wears its age on its sleeve.
There is something inherently stiff about the way these characters move, but that’s the appeal. It feels like you’re watching a book come to life, or maybe a theater production where the puppets forgot to oil their hinges.
Yasuji Murata wasn’t trying to compete with the big guys in Hollywood. You can tell. It feels personal, almost like a craft project that got a bit out of hand.
I found myself thinking about Jack and the Beanstalk while watching this. They share that same weird, clunky energy that makes you appreciate how far animation has come, even if you miss the tactile feel of physical objects on a table. It's like comparing a stone carving to a digital scan.
The movie doesn't bother with a traditional three-act structure. It just exists. It’s a series of moments involving a very strong toddler and some confused forest animals. Is it profound? Probably not. Does it stick with you? Surprisingly, yeah.
There’s a scene where Kintaro is wrestling a bear, and the whole thing looks like a stop-motion accident. It’s hilarious, but you can tell they were trying their best to make it look heroic. I couldn't help but laugh a little, but I was also impressed by the sheer effort it must have taken to frame that up back then. 🐻
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s not even a particularly great short by today’s standards. But it’s honest. It doesn't pretend to be more than a folk tale told with cut-outs and a lot of patience.
Don't go in expecting a polished experience. Just sit with it. It’s a quiet, dusty piece of film history that’s happy to just exist in its own little bubble.

IMDb 5.8
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