The Day the Earth Blew Up: A Looney Tunes Movie

One of the few projects spry, or low profile, enough to escape a recent trend at Warner Bros in which the sickly studio permanently shelved completed (but potentially unprofitable) films for a tax write-off, director Pete Browngardt's wonderfully energetic The Day the Earth Blew Up: A Looney Tunes Movie finally makes it to these shores, courtesy of Vertigo Releasing. In fairness then to the shark-eyed and dead inside executives determined to transform all media into an easily digestible grey mulch, The Day the Earth Blew Up is, absolutely, an anachronistic offering. Neither Daffy Duck nor Porky Pig are voiced by bored, slumming celebrities and the overall shape of the comedy on offer is far more indebted to the Golden Age animation of Bob Clampett, and gazing askance at Red Scare science fiction films like Invasion of the Body Snatchers, than the instantly dated attempts at tapping into the zeitgeist seen in far more shameless, texture-mapped features. Even the specific characterisations of the Lonney Tunes cast on offer here are frozen in a fixed moment. Daffy, in particular, is locked into the elasticated screwball persona, seen in his early shorts, that allows for the kind of innate sabotage required to keep a ninety minute story about living chewing gum chugging along. The Day the Earth Blew Up is, strangely enough then, emblematic of the sort of niche and inexpensive artistic expression that streaming seemed to be promising, when the giants were setting out their stalls, before everybody realised that their business models were actually based around an ability to assemble agreeable background noise for people paying more attention to their phones.