South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

Fucking motherfucking funny fucking shit. If my favourite films were determined by the frequency at which I watch them, then this would easily make the top three. It helps that I practically worship Trey Parker and Matt Stone as two of the greatest, boldest and witty fuckers working in the TV and film mediums today, if not the greatest. South Park the show may have the occasional lapse in easy-target territory (Paris Hilton and Michael Jackson being the prime examples) but mostly whenever they take aim at political debates, current affairs and an assortment of taboo topics the result is fucking brilliant and absolutely hilarious. That show could have died an ugly predictable death after the first few seasons but they managed to steer it in the right direction, elevating it well above the ‘cartoon kids who swear!’ gimmick that the masses loved, and turning it into possibly the most socially relevant television comedy around.

That brilliance translates to the big screen nicely with the movie, an inevitable step for any massive pop culture phenomenon (stay tuned for Simpsons, Friends and Sex in the City movies over the next few years). The guys have made a movie that’s essentially about the backlash their movie might cause. Using the release of a new Terrence & Phillip movie as proxy for their own, things get out of control in South Park as parents and politicians rally against the potty-mouthed Canadian film by implanting V-chips into their children to stop them swearing and mimicking their new favourite movie, and also by waging war on Canada. Not quite sure how Satan coming to take over the earth with Saddam Hussein as his evil ‘partner’, Stan’s search for the clitoris, or Winona Ryder’s risqué ping-pong ball trick fits into the Terrence & Phillip-as-South Park allegory, but it’s still all freaking hilarious nonetheless.

Then of course you have the songs. Trey’s love for musicals is oft-noted in interviews and here he has aptly created his own with a series of unforgettable and riotous ditties, including the crowd-pleasing Uncle Fucka, the jaunty Kyle’s Mom’s A Bitch and Satan’s mock tearjerker Up There. There have been many times when I’ve been washing the dishes or writing my memoirs or something when I put this movie on just for the songs. I really should stop being such a tight-arse and just buy the fucking CD.