[9.0/10] What a hilarious and loony extrapolation from somebody (presumably from high places) telling Trey Parker & Co. that their musical lacked subtext. It’s hard not to read into Randy’s decision to make his own musical despite pushback from the elites of the playwriting world as a reflection of Parker & co.’s own experience with Book of Mormon (a delightful show which I had the pleasure of seeing last night.)
But what an episode that disgruntlement turned into. For one thing, I love the absurdity of the musical world not only being filled with “bros” but also the conceit that the whole musical industry is just one big con to subliminally persuade women to engage in fellatio. The latter is hilarious in how well Parker & Stone integrate the subliminal messages in broadway classics, and the former is a laugh riot in seeing the likes of Soundheim depicted as a Hooters-partonizing manly dude. The rivalry between Randy and that ilk, as well as the unvarnished directness of his own silly musical, make for a lot of laughs.
But I was also oddly touched by Shelly’s interactions with the little Fegan kid. Her efforts to pushback on his vegan, life-preserver-loving family are commendable, and his little songs and affections are downright adorable. The jabs at Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark at the end are probably a little unnecessary, but it still makes for an amusing setpiece that makes both plots dovetail well.
Overall, an impressive offshoot of Parker’s broadway experiences that translates into a patently goofy and raunchy but nonetheless hilarious episode of the show that made his name.
Review by Andrew BloomVIP 9BlockedParent2019-02-01T23:20:45Z
[9.0/10] What a hilarious and loony extrapolation from somebody (presumably from high places) telling Trey Parker & Co. that their musical lacked subtext. It’s hard not to read into Randy’s decision to make his own musical despite pushback from the elites of the playwriting world as a reflection of Parker & co.’s own experience with Book of Mormon (a delightful show which I had the pleasure of seeing last night.)
But what an episode that disgruntlement turned into. For one thing, I love the absurdity of the musical world not only being filled with “bros” but also the conceit that the whole musical industry is just one big con to subliminally persuade women to engage in fellatio. The latter is hilarious in how well Parker & Stone integrate the subliminal messages in broadway classics, and the former is a laugh riot in seeing the likes of Soundheim depicted as a Hooters-partonizing manly dude. The rivalry between Randy and that ilk, as well as the unvarnished directness of his own silly musical, make for a lot of laughs.
But I was also oddly touched by Shelly’s interactions with the little Fegan kid. Her efforts to pushback on his vegan, life-preserver-loving family are commendable, and his little songs and affections are downright adorable. The jabs at Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark at the end are probably a little unnecessary, but it still makes for an amusing setpiece that makes both plots dovetail well.
Overall, an impressive offshoot of Parker’s broadway experiences that translates into a patently goofy and raunchy but nonetheless hilarious episode of the show that made his name.