Here we are, watching TPTB water the crops with Brawndo EVERY SINGLE DAY and a substantial chunk of the populace actively wondering why the rest of us are freaking out.
Even if some of the gags about dumb people start becoming tiresome, it's linked to a sensation of discomfort that should make us legitimately worry about the direction we're headed in.
It's a low-boil affair from the Office Space auteur that wears out its dumb-and-dumbest playbook early on.
Suite101.com
September 24, 2010
This demented look at destructive mass consumption barely approaches feature length. Still, Mike Judge dots each appealingly cheap scene with spastic sight gags and offers fiendishly hilarious, frighteningly plausible examples of cultural decay.
Judge has a gift for delivering brutal satire in the trappings of low comedy and for making heroes out of ordinary people whose humanity makes them suspect in a world where every inch of space, including mental, is mediated.
You have to love a movie that imagines a dystopic future in which the U.S. President is a former wrestler and porn star named Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho.
