Mon petit chevreau

For a short film, I feel like there's a lot going on here. My Little Goat (don't love the title - maybe it's an awkward translation?) is very much one thing and then something else entirely at the same time. It cuts between a fantasy and a reality, blurring the line between the two constantly and having different sorts of horrors found within both worlds. Call it a pint-sized Pan's Labyrinth, if you will, as that film's so effective because both the fantasy and the real world run in parallel and prove oppressive and grim for different reasons.

I feel unnerved by My Little Goat, which is, I'm sure, the point, but I also feel a little confused. Maybe it's more being overwhelmed, but at the end of it all, I do still admire what it's going for and appreciate how much thematic ground it covers in just 10 minutes.