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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
FUCK YEAH! The other day, I asked Mr. ADD when Team America (which neither of us had seen) was going to come out on DVD. He said “next Tuesday” and that he’d bring it over for us to watch after he bought it. (Big South Park fan, that guy.) So, true to his word, he did and we watched it . . . in all of it’s perverse glory. I love how Trey Parker and Matt Stone can present both sides of an argument, make fun of everyone involved, and make you feel better about caring. I wish I knew how to convey a message that borders on didactic while including a marionette sex scene full of ass-eating, a golden shower, and a “hot lunch.” Seriously, the movie was hit-and-miss, but when it “hit,” Holy Toddler Christ, we laughed ‘til we couldn’t breathe. |