LOCA

The scouts

Ink bleeding into tango choreography sounds like the kind of respectful marriage of form and tradition that usually puts me to sleep, but Paquette's willingness to let the *drawing itself* become the character's body—that's the subversion hiding inside the formalism, and it works.

A precise distillation of how animation can literalize emotional transformation: the evolving line weight and mark-making aren't decoration but *are* the character arc, situated squarely in the lineage of dance-film and gesture-based animation while finding its own formal language.

The choice to shift the drawing style *in step with* the tango rather than simply illustrate it—that single decision makes the five minutes feel engineered rather than rendered, every line decision doing double duty as both movement and personality.