Director Joe Badon’s The Blood of the Dinosaurs packs a lot into its seventeen minute runtime.  The film is a Texas Cowboy Stew that is not allowed to slowly simmer.  Instead, Badon is a frenzied chef that throws everything from the choicest cuts to gristle and bone into the pot. 

Think of The Blood of the Dinosaurs as part filmstrip video, public access TV show, obscure amateur YouTube video, Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, and Pee-Wee’s Playhouse all combined and raised to eleven on the hallucinogenic amplifier.    

Kiddie show presenter, Uncle Bobbo (Vincent Stalba), is our unblinking nutjob guide down into the lower depths of a demented visual media hell.  A DIY aesthetic is combined with a meta vibe in presenting topics and themes ranging from environmentalism, fossil fuels, birth, death, and reincarnation.  The Blood of the Dinosaurs is captivating; boring it definitely is not. 

If Rick and Morty or Adult Swim’s Too Many Cooks video is your thing, The Blood of the Dinosaurs will work for you.  But, as with the aforementioned Rick and Morty, after sitting through a machine gun assault of meta gags, one wonders what is the point of yet another piece of meta filmmaking. 

It may just be that nowadays going meta is the safest thing one can do.  I dare say that non-meta sincerity may be the most punk thing one can do in 2022.

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