Catzilla

A cat of no small eyes and little anything else is sleeping. TokyoPlastic's cat is dreaming, as most cats do, here not of mice or tummy-rubs but of laying waste to Tokyo. Air-raid sirens and hapless tanks, a somewhat fishy amount of radioactive breath, crisp buildings to be toppled over, and a colour palette that recalls the fading of Toho's Fifties and Sixties film-stock, Catzilla might not be king of the monsters, but it's well in the running for the cutest.

At less than a minute, this is long enough to raise a smile, the purring snore bookending what action there is. Anders Freij, Damian Johnson, Matthias Bjurstrom and anyone accidentally left out of the TokyoPlastic team have done a good job of evoking a particular style. The trick is to have an eye not just for detail but for the important details. It might be nice to have more of their work - certainly the three slices of "kitteh kitteh" in this year's EIFF are diverting, but there's the feel of an interstitial ad campaign, and that commercial sense (or indeed sense of the commercial) is hard to escape.