In 1993 or so Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction fame released a more or less unremarkable album called Porno for Pyros (that failed miserably enough for him to entertain the prospect of re-forming Jane’s Addiction), but it had one great song: “Pets”, an absurd but likable post-punk meandering which raised the possibility that someday aliens would come to the Earth and find us charming enough to put collars on us and take us home to be their own. He must have just seen FANTASTIC PLANET.
Others have done adequate jobs in describing the story. What I will never forget is how that first screening stuck with me for weeks, seeping into idle moments that distracting me, already obsessed with the work of the European proto-surrealists like Yves Tanguy, Giorgio de Chricho and Rene Magritte, the three painters who’s work seems to have been the visual inspiration for FANTASTIC PLANET’s utterly surreal qualities as an entertainment. Then there is the bad acid trip lounge/jazz/rock music score with washes of wah-wah pedal effects peppered with the sounds of alien beasts snuffling in the background.