5.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Time for Love remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have ten minutes to kill and a soft spot for hand-drawn chaos, sure, watch it. It’s for the folks who like those old-school, slightly jittery cartoons that don't try to teach you a lesson. If you’re looking for high-concept storytelling, stay away. This is literally just birds being jerks to each other.
There’s something about the way these swans move that feels frantic. Like, they aren't just swimming; they’re *performing*. One second they are graceful, and the next they are doing these weird, aggressive neck-stretching dances that look like a brawl at a dive bar.
The interloper is the worst, honestly. He shows up, catches a fish with way too much swagger, and the pen just forgets her partner entirely. It’s cold.
Things turn sour pretty fast once she realizes the new guy is a total nightmare. He starts bullying her around the pond, which is actually kind of stressful to watch. It reminded me a bit of the frantic pacing in Cannibal Capers, where everything is just a little bit too manic to feel comfortable.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it has heart. It’s got that specific, slightly imperfect charm that you just don't get with modern stuff. Sometimes you just want to see a swan get what’s coming to him. 🦢
It feels like a relic. A weird, feathered, dramatic relic. I walked away feeling like I’d just eavesdropped on a very loud argument at the local park.