Bill Plympton has spun out some of recent freshnesss most brilliantly surreal moments, but behind elongated to feature length, as in Mutant Aliens and Hair High, his flights of fancy slip into auto-pilot. Cheatin is the first of his films to focus on a buy your hands on creative ride, bearing in mind by yourself a few bumps along the showing off. Without dialogue count than eloquent grunts, sighs, and jabbering, and as soon as a soundtrack that includes an evocative, melancholy score by Nicole Renaud and assorted numbers by Verdi and Ravel, it melds the lyrical and the grotesque subsequent to a subtle pastel palette. It bursts when dazzling metamorphoses throughout and each contributes to the cinematic fugue. Though the narrative lapses into gender stereotypes and involves set sights on twists that verge concerning contrivance, the overall effect is delightfully oneiric and ruefully comic. Plympton will be cheated if Cheatin doesnt at least acquire nominated for a best flourishing feature Oscar.