Like many movies based on TV shows, this film (based on the late-night Adult Swim cartoon) would have been awesome, had it been a 30-minute segment. Pretty much made for pre-existing ATHF fans, for those with no prior exposure it’ll make no sense, but others will sigh and roll their eyes because you “just don’t get it.”
How nonsensical could it be for unseasoned viewers, you ask? Well, an exercise machine takes a swarthy man in flipflops hostage, terrorizing a suburb where a crime-fighting team lives — a douchey milkshake, a genius carton of fries, and a retarded meatball. And through the other characters that emerge (including homoerotic aliens and the Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past), the band of inexplicably walking, talking, human-sized food products learn exactly how they came to be and what their ties are to a mad scientist in New Jersey. Feel as confused as, say, the last time you saw a David Lynch movie? But your friends thought it was hilarious? Well, a suggestion: See it while high, not drunk.