Is this a movie about the abusive relationship between children & the things they cherish the most?
An allegory for the vulnerability of a child?
Or is it simply a 9-minute tale of a bunch of balloons who gang up to pound on a bunch of kids just for giggles?
You'll never find out with the way Don Hertzfeldts mind & style works and that's kind of what makes this so special. It fully embraces its bizarre nature and gives you something that feels depressing on its surface, but at the same time gives off a vibe that few films of any form can deliver.