Another reviewer wrote, "it really does open your mind to what the world is coming to, what we're doing to the Earth, and in time what we could do to ourselves if we succeed in perishing our world. People who appreciate art, and appreciate a profound storyline will enjoy Salad Fingers: contrary to the belief it's an absurd cartoon with little meaning."
Art is a slippery concept. There are artistic elements here: the character quirks and gentle psychosis of salad fingers, the dream-like, minimalist animation. But mere creation of a mood does not, in my mind, rise to the level of art. I don't mean to condemn the attempt with my low rating. Experiments must be made. But this is a failed experiment, and because it lacks any structure, conventional narrative, or beauty, there's nothing left to like after that failure. There is no profound storyline. Salad Fingers does not speak to human experience, not even the experience of delusional psychotics. There is no reasonable, interesting, apparent interpretation of the events, no way to make sense of it. (And don't tell me that "not making sense is its sense!" Kafka did that right. This is not Kafka.) It's a bunch of random creepy stuff thrown together, made independently without any story or plan.
