Yet another movie deemed utterly unwatchable by beastly buffs across the nation (it got a measly 4% on Rotten Tomatoes!), but in actuality, it's totally tubular! Yes, I understand that Ralph Bakshi (Fritz the Cat, Wizards, and Lord of the Rings), is widely considered to be the most awesome adult animator the world has ever seen. And yes, I get that this film may be not be up to the same standards as some of his other work. I also recognize that the script he wrote was hijacked and rewritten by a bunch of Poltergeist and Friday the 13th douche bags (did you know that the original script was for a horror film where a cartoon procreates with a human and their offspring can travel across dimensions?), and that Bakshi not only rejected the final project but decided to end his career in shame and never animate again. It's all true and sad. But I'm not one of those biased babies who can't judge something for it's increasingly independent worth. And I don't know how many people can say that this movie isn't at least a billion times better than the average rom-com hitting theaters every Friday so that over-the-hill couples have somewhere to congregate. No one's calling it the next Roger Rabbit (although I have a sneaking suspicion that the $100+ million dollar success of 
our interspecially furry and friendly film may have at least given them the idea...too bad this one only pulled in a wimpy $14 mill!), at least anymore, so cool your jets, daddy-o. Just let me list some of the up points: It has Brad Pitt, Gabriel Byrne, and Kim Basinger in it (that's hot). It features a variety of animation styles, with both real world scenes and hallucination-inducing Cool World scenes. From Tex Avery to Doug to Disney, this film is all over the universe! There are bizarre floating heads, gracious graffiti, over-the-top outfits and outrageous occupants, all of whom appear to be obsessed with sex. Yes, I said sex. This whole movie is about sex. I'm pretty sure the plot couldn't exist without sex, especially naughty, forbidden sex. I mean, the female character was originally named Debbie Dallas (you can really see it when she starts talking nasty and rubbing her cooch)! Get it? Debbie Dallas (and then they go and stick her skanky image up with the Hollywood sign). There's actual cartoon-sapien intercourse, although our fucking laserdisc had a stupid scratch in it right at that part (probably some angry mother) and we had to just flip it and move on with our lives (how was the sex? does anyone know?). But seriously: who did they think was going to see this movie? It's way too raunchy for all kids and most adults (even when they're not sexing, the dru
gs, ciggies, alcohol and violence really sum up the creative spirit), and the presence of animation scares off those few who dare to brave the boning, instead leaving....stoners! This is one for the stoners! But hey, I guess I can't complain. The cooling down from the (literal?) climax of the movie is a joyous scene in which Brad Pitt turns into a cartoon and rejoices as he realizes he is finally able to bone his girlfriend. Sex, Sex, Sex. The best part?: David Bowie wrote the theme song (and it will turn you on!)!I deem it: "A more psychedelic Heavy Metal with plenty of pussy power!"
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