In a dark freeport on the edge of the city the artworks are stored; it's a members-only institution and a secret to everybody. That's why BB and her friends want to document as much as possible before they get kicked out. But why does the vault have no security guards? Just what has been evolving underground in the forbidden Museum Of Moral Art? And if inanimate objects could have morals, would we understand them?
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Move over, Bubsy.
There's something kind of sweet about conjoining instinctual childhood objections to certain kinds of art with more mature objections to the fine art market and the kind of work it encourages.
There's something kind of sweet about conjoining instinctual childhood objections to certain kinds of art with more mature objections to the fine art market and the kind of work it encourages.
the horror elements of this one is strong, though I enjoyed some of the previous ones more, mainly for the comedy elements. I love every single one of these though
Such a wild lil’ one. The other characters are very good, and the art styles all work well!
I was therefore eternally consumed in liminal spaces by the bastardization of art and by the discrete eyes of pretentiousness
They just keep improving. New styles and camera tricks up the tension in this one, and the humor-heavy lens on "moral art" plays with deep ideas in a way that refuses over-thinking and encourages terror. The moral life you don't live is scarier than the one you do.
honestly my least favorite one but I like the robo lion