6.5/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Little Red Walking Hood remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seven minutes and a soft spot for the kind of frantic, slightly unhinged animation that only the golden age could produce, then sure, go for it. People who hate older cartoons or get annoyed when plots don't make a lick of sense should probably skip this one. It's not trying to be Pohádka o melancholickém králi; it’s just trying to be loud.
The whole setup is basically a fever dream. Granny is letting this guy Egghead waltz right into her living room like he owns the place. Meanwhile, the Wolf is standing outside, losing his mind because he can't get an invite. It’s a weirdly specific social slight that drives the entire rest of the cartoon.
The door-smashing sequence is the highlight. It’s not subtle, and it isn't supposed to be. There’s this level of desperation in the Wolf’s animation that you just don't see anymore. It feels like he’s personally offended by Granny’s hospitality standards. 🐺
Honestly, I spent more time thinking about why Egghead was allowed in than I did watching the actual jokes. Why is he even there? What does he want? It’s never explained, and honestly, I think the movie is better for it. It just drops you into the middle of this petty household dispute.
It’s nowhere near the emotional weight of Pal o' Mine, but that’s clearly not the point. It’s a bit like watching a car crash in slow motion, if the car was an egg and the driver was a hungry wolf.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s a fun little distraction. Sometimes you just need to see an egg get chased by a wolf to reset your brain. Just don't look for any deep meaning or hidden themes. They aren't there. And that’s fine. 🥚