Mutant Aliens (2002)
Animator Bill Plympton's latest, and more proof he's running out of ideas. That's not to say it's not funny (it is, occasionally gut-bustingly so), but it feels familiar and pat. The gushing blood, the big boobs, the crazed bodily mutations -- we've seen 'em from you before and better, Bill. Knowing this, Bill leans heavily on his plot... which is a damn shame, because weird flourishes aside (a planet of nose aliens?), it's a pretty lame plot. This may sound like a negative review, but it's more disappointed than dismissive -- I'm a big Plympton fan, and he's definitely capable of better. Now that my gripes are out of the way, it's still damn funny. And near the end (when we find out the origins of the "aliens") it gets downright perverse, even by Bill's standards. Of course, there's a couple songs too -- the highlight here is a revivial-meeting number called "Can't Drag-Race With Jesus"!
Grade: B-
Animator Bill Plympton's latest, and more proof he's running out of ideas. That's not to say it's not funny (it is, occasionally gut-bustingly so), but it feels familiar and pat. The gushing blood, the big boobs, the crazed bodily mutations -- we've seen 'em from you before and better, Bill. Knowing this, Bill leans heavily on his plot... which is a damn shame, because weird flourishes aside (a planet of nose aliens?), it's a pretty lame plot. This may sound like a negative review, but it's more disappointed than dismissive -- I'm a big Plympton fan, and he's definitely capable of better. Now that my gripes are out of the way, it's still damn funny. And near the end (when we find out the origins of the "aliens") it gets downright perverse, even by Bill's standards. Of course, there's a couple songs too -- the highlight here is a revivial-meeting number called "Can't Drag-Race With Jesus"!
Grade: B-
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