Meet The Feebles

Oh, man, I don't even know where to begin with this one. Everybody has to start somewhere, I suppose, and Peter Jackson (Heavenly Creatures, The Frighteners, the upcoming live action Lord of the Rings trilogy) chose to start with muppet gore.

That's right, muppet gore. The Feebles is a variety show that's on the verge of going under. What they need is one killer show to put it in syndication. But they have some backstage trouble. The show's star, a singing hippo, has seen better (read: thinner) days. She's sent into a tizzy when she walks in on her walrus boyfriend, who's also the show's producer, getting blown by a Siamese cat. The show's knife throwing frog has a major drug problem, and if he doesn't get a fix soon, he's going to get the shakes, which is no small problem for a knife thrower. The host, a rabbit, can't seem to stop, um, multiplying, and his health is starting to deteriorate as a result of his philandering. And did I mention the rat who makes snuff films of cows and cockroaches having sex?

The quote on the cover of this movie says "So tasteless, it scrapes genius!" Well, I'd say they got it half right. This is, without question, the most tasteless movie I've ever seen. (though for the record, I haven't seen Pink Flamingos or any of the truly tasteless John Waters movies) I'm a big fan of Peter Jackson's recent films, but this one should be left far, far behind. For morbidly curious only, and don't say I didn't warn you.