Monster Island review – a beastly mess

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.