Watching the bad movies I watch is like being some kind of cinematic proctologist. You end up rummaging around in the arse end of cinema itself, holding your breath and hoping to get out clean and educated but usually end up elbow deep in something horrible, feeling a bit sick and soberly delivering a pessimistic diagnosis. So let's run with that tenuous anal-ogy (!), glove up and part the hairless buttocks of the latest cinematic victim patient to end up on Dr Gi-bag's table. But what's this? A clean, intelligent sphincter? Shiny, fat-free colon? And most importantly, a computer-generated prostate just throbbing with wit, good humour and wondrous animation? Er. Anyway...so "Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs". No it's not a kids movie! Well it is, but what a nice surprise it is, like climbing into bed expecting a man and finding a woman with a lovely bottom instead.
Flint the hero lives on a rather bleak grey island in the atlantic where everyone lives off sardines, the worst of all fish. Except crabs. So he, "helped" by Steve the gay monkey (who is the best thing in the movie and deserves his own trilogy) invents a machine which can transform rainwater into food...any food. It's a fairly simple "be careful what you wish for" parable with a bit of parental unit tension/reconciliation thrown in, but unlike the numerous other written-by-commitee pixar knock-offs by lesser soulless studios this one really works...it's genuinely funny and mental, the visuals are stunning (the giant computerised food actually made me extremely hungry) and after a streak of really bad movies this one gets a big fat ky-lubed thumb up.
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