5.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Railroad Wretch remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school animation that feels like it might spontaneously combust, then yes. It’s for the folks who enjoy watching characters fail upward. If you need a plot that actually goes somewhere besides a cliff, stay away. This isn't exactly The Constant Simp in terms of emotional depth, but it hits different.
Scrappy is the guy trying to keep the train moving. Oopie is the guy who looks like he’s never seen a piece of coal in his life. The dynamic is just pure, unadulterated stress.
There’s a moment where Oopie tries to feed the boiler and just… misses. It’s not even a big dramatic beat. It’s just a sad, small failure. The pacing here is frantic. It feels like the animators were chugging coffee at midnight.
The train itself looks like it’s held together by spit and bad intentions. When they hit that steep grade, the movie stops trying to be funny and starts feeling like a claustrophobic nightmare. Oopie snapping off the controls? That was painful to watch.
It’s not as polished as If a Picture Tells a Story, but it has this raw, scratchy energy. You can almost feel the soot in your own eyes while watching. It doesn’t try to be a masterpiece. It just wants to get to the edge of that cliff and leave you hanging.
Sometimes I wonder why Scrappy even keeps Oopie around. Maybe he’s just too tired to fire him. The whole short feels like a metaphor for a Monday morning. You’re just trying to keep the engine hot, but someone keeps dropping the coal on the floor. 🚂
It’s a weird little relic. I’m not sure I’d watch it twice, but I definitely didn’t regret the first time.