Gleefully poking fun at anything and everyone with a certain jolly vigor that's both anarchic and misanthropic in equal measure, fiercely iconoclastic micro-budget filmmaker Bill Zebub's supremely bent and inspired (mis)use of dolls and action figures in this low-fi indie comedy romp warrants praise not just for its sheer audacity and unflinching perversity (yes, the dolls do engage in all kinds of deviant and often disgusting carnal acts and are indeed anatomically correct), but also for its joyful willingness to thumb its satiric nose at politics, religion, pop culture, gung-ho military jerks, and American society in general. The extremely daft plot has President George Bush drinking the blood of Jesus Christ in order to gain immortality (Christ is revealed here as the very first vampire!). Meanwhile, Adolf Hitler, Osama Bin Laden, and Saddam Hussein all plot to take over the world while a bunch of army guys go on a merry killing spree. The blithely rude, profane, and raunchy no-holds-barred humor sure ain't subtle or sophisticated, but it's frequently wickedly amusing in an admittedly crude and silly way just the same (the bad rock group that's enacted by KISS dolls is especially uproarious!). Complete with many send-ups of famous television shows and motion pictures (said spoofs include "Jaws," "Cannibal Holocaust," "Planet of the Apes," "Psycho," "Star Trek," and even "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"), plus broad caricatures of popular religious and political figures, set to a roaring hard rock soundtrack, with a hilarious disclaimer by a King Diamond doll at the start and a gut-busting climactic clarification of the barely coherent narrative, and loaded to the overflowing brim with more vile sex acts, moments of rancid gore and cruel torture, and all-out nasty degeneracy than you can shake a Barbie doll at, this gloriously loopy and deranged flick provides a wealth of major belly laughs at the welcome expense of good taste and social propriety. A total riot.
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