“Oh good … more singing.”
Equally sarcastic and surreal, this triumph of low-budget filmmaking has an odd, plasticy look to it, yet triumphs in every other way.
Telling its fragmented tale of crime and baked goodies in a style reminiscent of out-of-order films such as Pulp Fiction, it keeps us guessing as to who the real bad guy might be.
Along the way, we get to marinate in the vocal stylings of voice-over champ Patrick Warburton as The Big Bad Wolf, a lupine layabout with an over-caffeinated squirrel as his faithful sidekick.
That, alone, is worth the price of admission.