watched Coyote vs. Acme with daughter. she was invested on this as it's one of those movies where the entire animation was finished but due to the shredder for tax returns, a form of spiritual violence against her whole class, and only came to public due to great backlash.

the movie is good. I place it with Roger Rabbit as a great of this subgenre, where cartoons coexisting with humans are a sort of underclass or apartheid situation. I saw someone describe it as "Coyote versus modernity" and that tracks; Coyote and Road Runner are maybe the purest of the Looney Tunes, the closest it ever got to something like folklore, and in this movie Acme is turned into an expy of the megacorps that came to define our lives, an Amazon/Apple/Google pastiche.

it's still a movie for chlidren and nostalgia bait for adults (every character is a cartoon, not just the cartoons). I am maybe a bit ashamed of being actually moved by the simple message. the message being of course that the Coyote, definitionally, both never wins, and never stops. I've been talking a lot this year of the jape that to be an anarchist means to be right and lose, again and again, and how that stopped being funny when the losses involved death, and how I feel like all my life has been a series of "welp, we tried", and there's a point where "we tried" isn't good enough anymore, where you want the fascists to be dead and she to be alive but what you have is the opposite. but what can you do? pick up the broken pieces of ourself, put yourself together. grab some blueprints and white chalk. concoct the next plan.