Ok, so I'm getting over a really bad flu, I spent most of yesterday evening sleeping, I had a quick errand to run this morning, and I'm bored at 1:00 pm on a sunny Saturday afternoon. What's a boy to do?
Well, I went to see Team America: World Police, the latest cinematic offering from Trey Parker & Matt Stone, aka the South Park guys. In the words of Stan Marsh, dude, you have got to see this movie.
For a non-spoilerish review of the plot, click here - in my humble opinion, this is their best, all-out funny comedy since Orgazmo (when is this coming out on domestic DVD? Huh? ). It's a puppet-driven take-off of every lame action picture (and, by token, comic book movie) ever made.
The puppets, in a way, help give the movie a much sharper satirical edge than either real actors or animation - they are simultaneous real and phony, and allow the movie to take pot shots at such matters as terrorism, American imperialism, and liberal Hollywood sanctimoniousness. (There's even a vomit scene that rivals the Mr. Creosote sketch in Monty Python's Meaning of Life). Everything is over-the-top and offensive - including the skewering of such figures who have been friendly to Parker and Stone, such as George Clooney and Michael Moore - but that's half the fun of this movie. Much of it, like in earlier Parker/Stone efforts, is the music, which parodies every single musical form, from the hard rock anthem to - I kid you not - a song that simultaneously insults the Ben Affleck abomination Pearl Harbor and declares undying love to another person.
The Bush administration has publicly scolded this movie for not taking terrorism seriously - I suggest that, before you go to vote, you see this movie. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will see two puppets do obscene things to each other onscreen.
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