

Rango

When Rango, a lost family pet, accidentally winds up in the gritty, gun-slinging town of Dirt, the less-than-courageous lizard suddenly finds he stands out. Welcomed as the last hope the town has been waiting for, new Sheriff Rango is forced to play his new role to the hilt.
Rewatching Rango absolutely blew me away. I remembered it being a cool and quirky little film, but I’d completely forgotten just how bold, surreal, and visually inventive it actually is. This thing is a love letter to Westerns, but through a cracked, psychedelic lens, and what it does with that foundation is genuinely impressive.
From the very first scene, the animation is incredible: gritty, hyper-detailed, and packed with wild creativity. The cinematography (yes, in an animated film!) is genuinely top-tier, with some shots that rival live-action movies. Every character design is unique and bursting with personality, giving the whole world this dusty, sun-bleached weirdness that just works.
The humor’s surprisingly sharp, the action is slick, and the pacing is tight from beginning to end. It’s one of those rare animated films that feels like it was made by artists going completely unchained, layering in existential themes, meta moments, surreal imagery, and western myth in ways that kids might miss but adults will absolutely eat up.
Rango himself is a great character: neurotic, performative, funny, and flawed. His journey of identity, purpose, and myth-building plays out in this offbeat, almost Hunter S. Thompson-flavored desert opera. The supporting cast are all equally mad and memorable, and the entire thing just oozes with style.
Whether you’re into westerns or not (I’m normally not), this is a must-watch, especially if you’re into weird, stylized, and boundary-pushing animation. There’s really nothing else like Rango.