I’m going to have to disagree with my comrade in arms, Mike Ewens, regarding Team America: World Police. I really didn’t find it that funny, it was even borderline suckage.
It reminded me of Will Ferrell movies, where there is a bunch of top-notch talent on the screen at the same time, but for whatever ill-advised reason, each joke can be boiled down to some half-witted slapstick formula. And that’s the way TA turned out to be.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of South Park (Timmeyh!), but this was like the last episode of Seinfeld – hit and miss.
It could be that the jokes got old after the first time they were used, like the acronym for the Film Actors Guild — just like the For Me To Poop On Dog was funny for all of two seconds (I mean, it was rather droll to see a sock puppet interupt, in Ali G fashion, a conversation with something as tangental as feces). The theme song was great when it was first played, but then you realized it didn’t go anywhere and sounded like a song you’d hear at a NASCAR race, redneck and jingoistic. Marionette sex? That was retarded… sex requires penetration and juices, right? Stereotypical Hollywood liberals? AM Talk Radio has made it a little old at this point.
What I would have liked to have seen was lots of neocon bashing, because for all the hoopla surrounding how both “liberals” and “conservatives” alike would be offended, I found it lacking in that area. All they had to do was get a handful of hawks like O’Reilly, Coulter, Feith, Rove, Krauthammer and Kristol, spread eagle in one gigantic clusterfuck in Ariel Sharon’s office. Then out of nowhere and without any real reason, they commit mass suicide a la Jonestown style, by drinking the kosher blood of Dubya.
Though even a party pooper like me enjoyed at least two antics, the Matt Damon schtick (reminded me of Brick from Anchorman) and the Islamofascist lingo filled with dirka dirka.
In summation, as I consider Dr. Strangelove to be the bar by which satires are made, this one didn’t even come close.