Cats Review

A “jellicle” time

Anthony Issa
Entertainment Editor


I’m going to be honest, I’ve never been to a theatre musical. I have never had any particular interest in them. But if all musical plays are anything like this movie then you know what, maybe I’m the problem.

It comes as no surprise that Cats (the movie based off of a theatre play based off of a book of poetry on cats) is a catastrophe (heh). Critics hate it, youtubers hate it, film twitter hates it and general movie-goers hate it. But you know what? I don’t hate it. I welcome it. Embrace it even.

To review Cats like a regular film is doing this piece of visual stimulation a disservice. It has no discernible plot, the CGI threads the uncanny valley and it’s borderline anthropomorphic pornography. Still, I can respect tall of hat. While Cats can be seen as a disaster, the film has a vision and takes pride in itself. The direction, cinematography, choreography, and acting are all surprisingly well done. Almost as if the team behind the project were sure it was going to be a smashing hit (sadly it released with a thud at the box office). Sure, I have no idea what is going on for most of the film but that doesn’t matter. The film genuinely made me feel emotion I’ve never felt in a theater. I was confused at the movie since I could not analyse it correctly. It made me laugh, and more importantly it made me cry. I applauded when the credits rolled and so did the five other people that attended the viewing.

Never have I felt so closely connected to a film-viewing experience as I have with Cats. Never again will I have such a unique and deeply human artistic experience. I watched Cats and so should you.

P.S: Please do so baked.

Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol.49 Issue 08 on January 29th, 2020