Watched this tired and stoned. Saw it dozens of times throughout childhood. Very strange film.
Watching The Brave Little Toaster is like unfolding some torn and discarded scrap of paper attempting to illuminate that line between the innocently childlike and the eerily psychedelic.
Intentionally or not, this tends to circle around and cross that line quite a few times over its (brief) length, whether it's the HOLY-SHIT-THIS-IS-DARK literal "meltdown" of the air conditioning unit near the beginning or the clearly-in-on-it-to-some-extent and 100,000% unnecessary "nature scene" with the bucktoothed squirrels and sinister-smiling faux-idyllic surrounding scenery.
The story is largely nonsense, whether or not you account for internal consistency. It doesn't even necessarily function on the most basic level.
The "characters" have…