4.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 4.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Wins Out remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school animation, specifically the kind where physics is a suggestion rather than a rule, then Wins Out is a fun little relic. If you need a coherent plot or characters with depth, you’ll probably find this baffling or just plain annoying. It's short, it's weird, and it's definitely a product of 1932.
Watching Oswald try to feed a hippo king is basically just an excuse for a series of escalating disasters. Everything in this kitchen eventually ends up covered in dough or smashed to bits.
The pacing is frantic, which is pretty standard for the era, but there’s a specific kind of violence here that’s just funny. Oswald gets flattened, stretched, and tossed around like he’s made of rubber—which, I guess, he kind of is.
There is this one moment where the hippo’s jaw drops open, and it feels like the screen is about to be swallowed whole. It’s oddly menacing for a cartoon about a baker. 🥐
I couldn't help but think about how much animation has changed since then. Contrast this with something like The Monkey Mix-Up, where the energy feels slightly more controlled, though maybe that's just me overthinking a rabbit and a monkey.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it doesn't try to be. It’s just a rabbit baking for a king, and then everything goes to hell. Sometimes that’s exactly what you need on a Tuesday morning.
Anyway, it’s short. Blink and you’ll miss the best parts. Or blink and you’ll miss the whole thing, honestly.