The film basically plays like watching really bad children’s television while on a bad acid trip. The script is ridiculously cloying, babyish pandering that makes Care Bears look like a Lachiusa musical, the kind that was obviously written for four-year olds and couldn’t possibly entertain anyone older. This in itself would be bad enough. But the animation is surreal, hallucinogenic and downright frightening, almost like Yellow Submarine without the artistry. Even the nice characters…Hell, even the child protagonists themselves…have a deeply creepy look, and the grotesque villains and weirdly disturbing action sequences would give any normal child nightmares for a year. Yes, that right: This is a film without an audience, suitable for neither adults nor children. Still, it holds a certain sick fascination, as the tooth-rotting sweetness of the script and the disturbing trippiness of the animation combine to create a very special kind of horrible. The film’s villain song, “The Queen of Mean”, despite its inane lyrics, is the most enjoyable moment in the movie thanks to its lively 90s-Rock tune, but the saccharine theme song “Absolutely Green” and the big earnest anthem about dreams sung while on a flying ship, “Welcome To My World”, are a trial, and just reinforce the diabetic atmosphere of the script. Once-legendary animator Don Bluth would make four of the worst animated children’s films of all time in the first half of the Nineties, but at least Rock-a-Doodle, Thumbelina and The Pebble and the Penguin could conceivably have entertained the less discerning among their target audience. This film really has no appeal to anyone, and it’s no wonder that it has been universally excoriated by virtually everyone since the day it came out.