In an animation age overwhelmed by 3D striving to get closer and closer to heightened reality, stop motion seems a blessing. But it's not all Wallace and Gromit out there. A Town Called Panic sets out wilfully naive with its diecast cowboy and farmyard toys as the characters, and runs out of imagination not much sooner than a 5-year-old, not knowing what to do with its soap-opera scenario of amorous anthropomorphic horses and the like, and so resorting to chucking them at walls, accompanied by a lot of pointless screaming. Bits of plastic without any likable traits to latch on to chase each other a lot and occasionally act like everyday humans for no particular reason, and all the good idiosyncratic ideas are given to the incidental details and so largely swamped by the overpowering impetus of wackiness.
3/10
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