5.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Wake Up the Gypsy in Me remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you like your cartoons completely unhinged. If you’re looking for a coherent story, you’ll hate it. If you want to see a guy named Rice-Puddin' cheat at a jigsaw puzzle, you're in the right place.
The whole thing kicks off with a bunch of Russian gypsies dancing. It’s pretty standard stuff until the singing starts. Then you’ve got this quartet of guys just gargling the Volga Boatman song. Like, literally gargling. It’s weirdly specific and stuck in my head now.
Then there’s this bit where a group is hauling on a rope. You think it's a massive heavy load, but the camera pans over and it’s just this tiny, tiny dog at the other end. It’s the kind of visual joke that makes you realize somebody was having a really weird day at the studio when they drew this.
Rice-Puddin' is the villain, which is a top-tier name for a bad guy. He’s hanging out in a palace, cheating at a puzzle, which I found surprisingly relatable. He sees the gypsies having a good time and decides that’s enough of that. Typical.
The villagers eventually revolt, which leads to the most bizarre ten seconds of animation I’ve seen this year. The Mad Monk gets on his horse, and mid-gallop, the horse just... turns into a helicopter? No explanation. No physics. Just horse-to-chopper transition.
It’s a far cry from the more grounded stuff you might find in Der Berg des Schicksals. This is pure, unadulterated nonsense.
It’s not trying to be a deep work of art. It just wants to throw things at the wall and see what sticks. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you need after watching a bunch of serious, heavy dramas. Sometimes you just need a horse-helicopter.
Don't look for logic here. Just look for the dog. 🐕