A series of short, crudely animated cartoons from "Eraserhead" auteur David Lynch. Here's how the man himself describes it: "Dumbland is a crude, stupid, violent and absurd series. If it is funny, it is funny because we see the absurdity of it all." If you need more detail, it's main "characters" are a Lynchian version of the typical American family. The dad is a foul-mouthed, violent, flatulent and stupid monster. Mom is a whimpering, cowering and constantly crying mass of trembles. The kid is an annoying stick figure who just inanely repeats things over and over. Actually, repetetivenes seems to be the main theme of the series. These shorts, which clock in at just 33 minutes altogether, are minimalist (and minimally animated) b&w studies in doing the same disgusting things over and over. When, in one episode, a "character" called Uncle Bob shows up, he just launches into an escalating series of gross tics, including retching, farting and vomiting. That makes up most of the episode. The best short here involves dad discovering the hallucinogenic effects of bug spray, with ants performing a Busby Berkely-like dance routine while insulting their would-be killer.
Considering its brief length and throwaway nature, this isn't recommended for everyone. In fact, it's not recommended for 99% of everyone. Even if you're a David Lynch fanatic, you're probably better off renting instead of buying (FYI: it's available on at least one very popular DVD rental web site). Really, it's hard to say who the audience for this is; it's too crude and profane for the art-film crowd, and just too plain weird for Adult Swim crowd. Judging by his comments, even Lynch himself doesn't like it that much. Like many of his side projects, it's almost a pure experiment; he just wants to see what he can do with the medium. Speaking for myself, I kind of enjoyed it, but most people think that I'm just one sick puppy anyway, and they may be right. If you like this, it doesn't necessarily mean there's something wrong with you. It's a damn clear sign, though.