If someone had made a sequel to “Team America World Police,” it would have sucked. How about waiting 14 years and then doing a police procedural with pervy puppets and some human actors? That might not suck. And thus we have “The Happytime Murders” (2018). It’s terrible, awful, raunchy, funny, satirical – and oddly topical, if you catch the absurdist racial subtext – but it definitely doesn’t suck. If the premise doesn’t appeal to you, don’t watch it. If the hilarious shock of parody hardcore puppet sex hasn’t worn off in the years since “Team America,” come enjoy it all over again.
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I like to eat Little Debbie snack cakes while I watch DVDs. Technically, they are food, but have such little nutritional value, I probably edge closer to death every time I eat one. But they taste sooooo good. Pop music is kind of like that, too – so lacking in artistic value, it probably damages your brain by listening to it. But the beats are sooooo catchy. Now envision an absolutely stupid movie about an absolutely stupid popstar who sings absolutely stupid songs. It’s titled “Popstar” (2016) because of course it is. But damn them if I didn’t laugh out loud.
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