How Dinosaurs Learned to Fly

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A premise that should be stupid—junk-food dinosaurs defying extinction through sheer negligent hedonism—somehow works as actual satire about willful ignorance and evolutionary inevitability; Ferguson's absurdist logic is bulletproof in a way that makes consensus-chasing shorts look timid.

The film sits comfortably in the lineage of Canadian experimental animation, with deliberate compositional choices and a narrative structure that resists sentimentality despite its fantastical subject matter; a formally aware work that understands its place in the tradition of philosophical comedy.

The crucial decision is tonal—treating the dinosaurs' junk-food addiction and cliff-leaping not as whimsy but as genuine behavioral motivation that drives evolutionary change gives the whole five minutes an internal logic that smaller-budget animation rarely achieves, transforming a one-liner into something structurally sound.