5.7/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.7/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Porky's Moving Day remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, if you have seven minutes and want to see how weird animation used to be, sure. This isn't exactly The Tail of the Monkey in terms of story, but it’s got that jittery, classic energy.
Kids will probably dig the slapstick. If you’re the type who needs a plot that makes sense, skip it. You’ll just be annoyed by the ostrich.
The whole thing feels like a fever dream. The house is tipping over the cliff, and instead of calling the fire department, the lady calls Porky. Typical cartoon logic, right?
And that assistant! The guy’s a former boxer who just starts shadowboxing every time he hears a bell. It’s genuinely bizarre. The sound design is really repetitive, but in that way that weirdly grows on you by the end.
I found myself staring at the background art more than the actual characters. There’s something strangely unsettling about a house dangling over the water in an old black-and-white short. It’s not quite the gritty realism of Forgotten, but it hits differently when the ground starts disappearing.
There’s this moment where the assistant gets hit on the head and suddenly becomes calm. It’s the kind of blunt, physical humor that makes you wince and laugh at the same time. It’s definitely not subtle. If you want something that requires deep thought, go watch Private Detective 62 instead. This is just pure, unadulterated nonsense.
Anyway, the ending is a total wash—literally. The house just gives up and throws everything into the van. It’s a very satisfying, messy conclusion. 🏠🌊