The Little Island 1958

Richard Williams did all but make the tea on the visual side of this, with Tristram Cary doing all of the audio (with some help from the Sinfonia of London) and we are presented with a simple but lively line animation that depicts just how three little men must believe in one thing, and one thing only. Truth. Beauty. Good. They journey to a tiny island, shaded by just one large tree, and arrive with just the clothes they stand up in. Energetically exploring for a few seconds they then get shot of their clothes and the sun soon changes their naked skin tone and what appears to be a rather repetitious existence sets in! It reminded me little of one of those coconut shell games at first - I couldn't recall which little creature was meant to be believing in what, but as we muddle along that becomes a little more evident if you remember the symbols! Their characters, one by one, now morph into a series of colourful shapes initially reminiscent of a Norman McLaren animation - lots of swirling, dots, circular and oblong shapes; the odd explosion and what look like paint splurges. Then there is a beautifully choreographed dance with more morphing - this time a floral garden emerges as the orchestra sounds like it's warming up before some stop-start audio accompanying what might be a rather risqué image. Finally, our last man has his moment in the sun with a somewhat Teutonic, or maybe a chivalrous, display that is easily that more interesting of the scenarios for me - dark and rousing. A shrug of the shoulders from them. Nope, I didn't now what was happening either and even despite the arrival of a Greek deity and a sword fencer, I just felt this was taking too long to establish just what it's point was. That each of these three core beliefs had good and bad aspects to them? That they are always destined to compete? You're guess is probably better than mine! It is quite fun to listen too - the music works well, but I started to watch the clock with about ten minutes to go.

— CinemaSerf