A ramshackle homage to Ralph Bakshi, strippers, creature features, strippers, John Kricfalusi, jokey rock songs, strippers, and everything else that has preoccupied Rob Zombie for the last forty years, (including strippers), "The Haunted World of El Superbeasto" is also the best adult-themed American cartoon in years. Or maybe it's the worst, who knows? It's the only one I recall seeing. (I don't mean adult-themed as in "Adults can relate to Wally's plight wah wah wah". I mean it in that triple-and-quadruple-X, hundreds-of-lovingly-depicted-breasts, censors-bulging-aneurystic-veins-over-the-Satanic-imagery kind of way.)
The surprising cast members have fun throwing itself into cartoon mode (Comedian Tom Papa as the egocentric ex-wrestler/pornie star! Rosario Dawson as foul-mouthed Velvet Von Black! Brian Posehn! Paul "JOHN ADAMS" Giammati as Dr. Satan! Zombie's wife, Sheri, as El Superbeasto's shirt-bursting sister- ok, she's not that surprising). But we never quite have as much fun as they do because the movie foregoes "funny" for "energetic", and when the "energetic" fails, it goes to "vulgar"- and it often goes to "vulgar." The animation is surprisingly smooth, though: like, big-screen-good, but one can't imagine it there. It's hard to enjoy cartoon tits when watching in public, and, unless you're into hentai, not very productive in private.
Was any of THAT tasteful? If the question occurred to you, hop along, Cassidy: this is NOT your movie.
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