n my opinion it was a great movie with some interesting elements, even though having some plot holes and the ending probably was just too messy and crammed together, but still fun to watch and not your casual movie that is similar to all other ones.

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

The best films of this genre always show a path and provide a takeaway for being a better person.

This is honestly the single worst movie I have ever seen. The "brilliant" minds behind it are the hipster's Tim Burton. The level of disturbing is incomparable to even Human Centipede. The "explanation" at the end was not enough to justify the complete lack of tangible story. While I will admit the set pieces were amazing (sort of like I-Spy on meth), even that was not enough to rescue this shipwreck of a short film.In short, I despised nearly everything about this movie. It was the worst $5 I have ever spent on anything (and I've bought some dumb stuff in my day).

This visually amazing achievement in clay animation begins with a live action man closing up a lecture hall and reaching into a box in which he snips the string holding a scrawny, almost skeletal puppet. Unconstrained, the puppet cautiously wanders the darkened rooms in the world of the box. The dismal vibes and infectious musical score suggest a tone of seclusion and senselessness, constraining us into direct empathy with the puppet as he deals with a domain of his reality, which is full of simple machines and mechanisms and man-made amusements. As he seeks to conform, or is coerced, of which we are never quite sure, the film little by little bares how fruitless the environment essentially is. Soul and strength are slowly reduced to expose the phase of life as a macrocosm.The idea of a puppet being cut loose from its string inside of a box of dark rooms to wander about without aid is fascinating, but lots of people could make a movie that basically revolves around the idea of a wasteland where nothing ends, nothing concludes. It's quite easy. It's basically an excuse to trail off on a stream of consciousness. However the Quay brothers have done something organic and beautiful by telling a story with images. The understanding of cinema intrinsic in Street of Crocodiles is important and exceptionally valuable. Its concept is in truth a very deeply imagined allegory for a mind-shiftingly objective philosophical, perhaps existential, perception, taking life as a whole and putting it in the context of another impression of it, a smaller sort of spin-off of human life, causing us to rethink our existence.

Although the imagery is familiar, I'm pretty sure that this was the first film from the Quay Brothers that I had seen and this is why I think it will stick with me. I will not pretend to understand the full commentary or relevance of it but the end titles do help with the portrayal of a soulless world and its outcome. What the makers have succeed in is creating a crushingly animated world where even the puppet freed from his strings comes to misfortune and perhaps looks back to wish he had never been able to break free from his mechanised controls/shackles.This seems to be the thrust of it from what I can understand and in this regard I found it darkly satisfying and disturbing. With the theme in the background the foreground gets filled with disturbing images of decaying machinery and puppet figures, the doll-headed ones being an image that many viewers will find themselves recognising even if they are not entirely sure why. It is the creative images and movements that drive the film and even when I was not sure what I was watching, i was still very much held by what I was seeing. It is a dark and nightmarish piece of animation and I enjoyed it very much for that – even if it was not the most comfortable viewing ever.

I like the Brothers Quay work in small doses, and all at once with one film coming after another it becomes too staggering an experience to handle. But seeing Street of Crocodiles really made it for me in terms of connecting it to other Quay brothers work, in terms of how their surreal representations and obsessions and neuroses come into their work, and how it pulled off so well this time. A lot of time their avant-garde impulses almost get the better of them, and many a fantastic image and sound is presented but without much context, leaving it almost impenetrable. I didn't get that this time around with this film- which happened to make Terry Gilliam's top 10 favorite animated films of all time- as it presents its ideas a little more coherently, and unlike other Quay work it ends not on a sudden beat but on one that actually makes sense, in its own non-sensical form.It's really just one of the most pure visualizations of a nightmare world envisaged, as a puppeteer opens up a box and looks in at a figure moving around in this run down slum of a city, where screws continually keep unscrewing from their places and deformed dolls go about as they please performing grisly tasks. This animated figure (who really is anything but animated, as the character doesn't move around too much, except to continually look at things that perhaps he shouldn't, or doesn't understand at first) gets embroiled in the dolls' plans, which may or may not involve unscrewing his own head as well. At times it seemed like the Quays could go off again into the wormholes of their own visions, but they resist the temptation to go completely with the narrative- whatever there is of it anyway. Disorder and decay were words that kept floating in my mind, and all amid an atmosphere of not necessarily despair, but one that lacked much hope for any of its minions. Featuring some of the most inventive production design I've seen in any stop-motion film, and cinematography that still stuns me hours after watching it, it's a real little marvel of what can come out of the darkest corners of the mind, put to light and molded with the utmost care.