I've sat through the epic-turned-porn Caligula, and THIS is what grinds my gears so badly. This is, beyond doubt and reservation, the WORST movie I have ever seen. Not only is there not a single likable character in this movie, but there also isn't a single scene that leaves you with anything better than a vague sense of discomfort after viewing it, most of which inspire active anger and pain. There is absolutely nothing in this movie worth seeing. Even if you just want to be titillated by the genitalia, don't waste your time; it isn't remotely titillating, it's just there. From what I can gather, this movie tries to be a scathing commentary on American censorship. But all it comes out as is a scathing commentary on the libidos and frat-boy mentality of Matt and Dave. I don't know what these guys were on when they wrote this script, but even Matt Stone and Trey Parker could've done a far better job.
The gist of the movie stems from the TV show about eight cartoon characters in a kind of reality show setting: Foxxy (played by Cree Summer - I haven't been able to watch My Life as a Teenage Robot since), Princess Clara (played by Tara Strong - I've only barely been able to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic since), Wooldoor (supposedly a Spongebob expy, but certainly doesn't act like it), Captain Hero (who exhibits a horrifying necrophilia throughout), Spanky Ham (who inexplicably reminds me of Squigley from Sinfest), Toot (who has somehow been impregnated by Barney Rubble), Xandir and Ling-Ling. Foxxy surmises that their show is off-air when she realises that nothing is being censored anymore - which would only make sense from the perspective that it was still on TV and the uncensored DVDs weren't available yet. It transpires that their CEO is trying to remove them from existence with a machine called ISRAEL (why call it that anyway? What's the point??), but their producer tries to help them escape. The film takes jabs at the producer being Jewish, at one point having him bother his neighbour to press the call button on his phone for him on account of it being Shabbat. Uh huh. Why he even had his phone on for the occasion, I cannot imagine. Anyway, the whole thing takes the housemates on a rampage across the desert into a cheap imitation of Disney animation into some kind of stage show with a South Park version of Baby June from 'Gypsy', through which many pointless attempts at making penises funny and the vehicular manslaughter of several beloved and respected cartoon characters occur. It actually gets worse in the last half-hour, with an animated sex scene in 3D, which, while not as hardcore as I'd feared, still is a psychedelic mind-rape that drags on for too long and again is not remotely titillating, after which the remaining housemates fly to Make-a-Point Land where they're greeted by a tornado of Foxxy's abortions, a wretched giant whose rostrum deposits waste into his mouth, and yes, more erection gags, proving once again that Matt and Dave have no limits when it comes to pointless and senseless exhibitionism.
I HATE this movie with a passion. I feel STUPIDER for having even attempted to sit through this disgusting, misleading, irresponsible film that should never have been made. To paraphrase the Cinema Snob, maybe that'll work out in future when I watch cruder films like Showgirls or Gross Out, because guess what: half of my brain is now missing!!
The gist of the movie stems from the TV show about eight cartoon characters in a kind of reality show setting: Foxxy (played by Cree Summer - I haven't been able to watch My Life as a Teenage Robot since), Princess Clara (played by Tara Strong - I've only barely been able to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic since), Wooldoor (supposedly a Spongebob expy, but certainly doesn't act like it), Captain Hero (who exhibits a horrifying necrophilia throughout), Spanky Ham (who inexplicably reminds me of Squigley from Sinfest), Toot (who has somehow been impregnated by Barney Rubble), Xandir and Ling-Ling. Foxxy surmises that their show is off-air when she realises that nothing is being censored anymore - which would only make sense from the perspective that it was still on TV and the uncensored DVDs weren't available yet. It transpires that their CEO is trying to remove them from existence with a machine called ISRAEL (why call it that anyway? What's the point??), but their producer tries to help them escape. The film takes jabs at the producer being Jewish, at one point having him bother his neighbour to press the call button on his phone for him on account of it being Shabbat. Uh huh. Why he even had his phone on for the occasion, I cannot imagine. Anyway, the whole thing takes the housemates on a rampage across the desert into a cheap imitation of Disney animation into some kind of stage show with a South Park version of Baby June from 'Gypsy', through which many pointless attempts at making penises funny and the vehicular manslaughter of several beloved and respected cartoon characters occur. It actually gets worse in the last half-hour, with an animated sex scene in 3D, which, while not as hardcore as I'd feared, still is a psychedelic mind-rape that drags on for too long and again is not remotely titillating, after which the remaining housemates fly to Make-a-Point Land where they're greeted by a tornado of Foxxy's abortions, a wretched giant whose rostrum deposits waste into his mouth, and yes, more erection gags, proving once again that Matt and Dave have no limits when it comes to pointless and senseless exhibitionism.
I HATE this movie with a passion. I feel STUPIDER for having even attempted to sit through this disgusting, misleading, irresponsible film that should never have been made. To paraphrase the Cinema Snob, maybe that'll work out in future when I watch cruder films like Showgirls or Gross Out, because guess what: half of my brain is now missing!!