Ken Tucker
July 25, 2003 AT 04:00 AM EDT

Frank — who looks a bit like a ’30s cartoon character — ambles through gorgeously fluid, plotless dreamscapes. He becomes frightened by a rope-thin devil creature and a snarling ”Manhog”; he experiences bliss, loneliness, and friendship with smaller, equally unknowable creatures. Francis Ford Coppola, penning the intro to artist Jim Woodring’s collection, gives up: ”I hardly know how to describe it.” But like the rest of Woodring’s cult, we do know Frank exerts an emotional wallop: The surreality of it is richly funny and emotional.

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