There are few things more unpleasant to look at than bad animation. And Monster Island’s Technicolor yawn of regurgitated influences is monstrous in all the wrong ways. The eyeball-melting colour palette is just the tip of the tentacle – this is a cobbled-together, plotless mess from director Leopoldo Aguilar, completely lacking in the internal logic that is essential for the successful creation of a fantasy world. A 13-year-old boy discovers that his asthma inhaler actually delivers medicine that stops him returning to his natural state – as a gigantic orange ogre. He returns to Monster Island to seek the truth about his history and discovers, perhaps unsurprisingly, plenty of skeletons in his family closet.
Monster Island review – a beastly mess
Bad animation is only the first thing wrong with this children’s fantasy
Wendy Ide is the Observer's deputy film critic