Red Hot Riding Hood

Seven minutes in heaven.

Tex Avery was the wild man of animation, and this turbo-charged tale of a wolf losing it over a vampy singer still has that magical zing nearly 80 years after pen first went to paper.

It’s wild. It’s wacky. It’s pretty much darn tootin’ perfection.

Jim Carrey would pay loving tribute to this classic decades later when he donned The Mask, and Hood remains the gold standard.

Looking for an intricate plot and deep inner meaning? Look elsewhere.

Want a film which will make your eight and 10-year-old nephews fall off the couch, laughing? Here you go.

 

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