"Team America: World Police" is a comedic love story about puppets and their fluids.
And yet, it's only when said fluids are visible that the film is funny.
Why laugh at hackneyed humor about international political theatrics when you could guffaw at a marionette vomiting for three minutes?
We all know that, on the final scale, it's a-somethin' like this: 3) Kyoto; 2) Yalta; 1) Bile.
It's just that simple.
Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the co-creators of "South Park," have once again avoided intellectual rigor ("BASEketball," what?) and produced a movie that caters to their ready-and-willing niche market of profanity-hungry escapists.
Channeling the puppet theater mojo of "The Thunderbirds," a '50s-era action team 'toon, "Team America" tells the story of squad newcomer Gary Johnston, a Broadway success turned Uzi-strapped pointman.
As the team goes on its mission to stop Kim Jong-il's efforts to WMD the globe, Gary's self-questioning thespianity conflicts with the rest of the team's gung-ho modus operandi.
It's the most affective flick since the terrible live-action remake of "The Thunderbirds," released earlier this year. But let's not go and call the movie bad - it's not.