Check out Ralph Bakshi

If you haven’t already, drop whatever you’re doing, kill the overhead lights, and sink into the most battle-worn, perfectly-ass-grooved chair you own—the kind that knows your shape like an old friend. Grab a fistful of popcorn, maybe something stronger, and fire up American Pop, Fritz the Cat, Wizards, or Fire and Ice doesn’t matter which. The second that raw, unfiltered Bakshi madness hits your retinas, you’ll feel it—like a gut punch laced with poetry. The ink bleeds, the frames crackle, and the world outside starts to feel paper-thin. Once you’re in, you’re in—no turning back, no escape. And trust me, you won’t want one.