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Team America: World Police
Trey Parker, USA, 2004
107 min, 1674708672 bytes
Vorfilm: Cats or Dogs?
Richard Goleszowski, UK, 2003
9 min, 29513498 bytes
Sonntag, 12.12.2004, 21 Uhr
Pirate Cinema Berlin
Ziegelstrasse 20
free entry
cheap drinks
bring a blank dvd
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Team America: World Police wird, sobald der Film hierzulande in die Kinos kommt,
nicht allein ein grandioser Kassenerfolg werden, sondern auch jede Menge wütende
Verrisse provozieren - handelt es sich doch um die mit weitem Abstand zynischste
Hightech-Antiterror-Weltkriegs-Lovestory seit Starship Troopers. Verhoevens Film
ist ja, was die bis zur Realitätsnähe überzeichnete Darstellung des Spasses, den
Leute beim Faschist-Werden haben, betrifft, schwer zu übertreffen, aber mit Trey
Parker hat er jetzt immerhin Konkurrenz. Und Team America: World Police ist noch
nicht mal ein CGI-Effects-Spektakel, sondern ein Puppenfilm. Dass er dem Begriff
des "Marionettenregimes" eine vollkommen neue Bedeutung gibt, haben sicher schon
viele geschrieben - alles weitere unten, von J. Hoberman, aus der Village Voice.
Den Kino-Trailer gibt es unter http://apple.com/trailers/paramount/team_america/
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Unstrung Heroes
by J. Hoberman
October 15th, 2004 5:50 PM
A would-be equal-opportunity offender, Team America: World Police sets out to
skewer both hemispheres of the American brain-and mainly yours, dear liberal.
This shish kebab is cooked on one side. No matter how you parse it, the South
Park guys' election-season intervention is a flag-waving, fag-baiting farce
that-all puppet all the time-celebrates, even as it debunks, good old-fashioned
American know-how.
As animated filmmaking, Team America-directed by Trey Parker from a script
co-written with partner Matt Stone and Pam Brady-is far more audacious than any
Pixar opus. It's a Bruckheimer-style action spectacle with puppets fighting,
dancing, and having sex in a variety of positions while being manipulated by
absurdly visible strings. From the opening shot of a French marionette show in a
marionette world to the final gag of a live cockroach blasting into outer space,
Team America is at once grandiose and tacky, elaborate and deflationary.
The geopolitics are brazenly insulting. Battling bin Laden's minions on the
banks of the Seine, the inanely gung ho Team America commandos inflict maximal
collateral damage-toppling the Eiffel Tower, pulverizing the Arc de Triomphe,
and blowing up the Louvre. Then, like good Americans, they retreat to their Mt.
Rushmore fortress to await further instructions from an eminently fallible
supercomputer code-named I.N.T.E.L.L.I.G.E.N.C.E. So much for satirizing the war
on terror-Team America has its own fear factor.
Often funny but seldom uproarious, Team America purveys a post-9-11 irony that's
founded on a combination of schoolyard insult, belligerent patriotism, and the
absence of irony. The villains are Kim Jong Il, an irate little puppet who
furnishes Arab terrorists with WMDs; Michael Moore, who appears outside Mt.
Rushmore with a hot dog in each hand and a bomb strapped to his belly; and a
gaggle of prominent Hollywood stars led by Alec Baldwin, head of the Film Actors
Guild. So far as the latter's acronym goes: How much of Parker and Stone's
anxiety is based on the fact that their songs are the movie's wittiest
aspect-are they closet show-tune queens?
In the service of human interest, Team America recruits a replacement commando
from the Broadway hit Lease. (He's first seen singing "Everybody Has AIDS.") His
job is acting, something that intrinsically amuses animators Parker and Stone.
Their marionettes vomit, bleed, and explode into organ parts. Indeed, these
puppets show more guts than the filmmakers, who direct their fire at very soft
targets: French and Egyptian civilians, a Communist dictator, and a bunch of
Hollywood showboats. Despite some pre-release Drudge-stoked hysteria regarding
an "unconscionable" attack on the administration, no American politicians appear
in the movie. (The movie has since garnered Fox News's seal of approval.) Nor do
any media moguls. The filmmakers never satirize anyone who could hurt their
career-not even Michael Moore enabler Harvey Weinstein.
True, Team America is not family friendly. Parker and Stone are so proud of
their rap about the relationship among dicks, pussies, and assholes-"pussies are
only an inch and a half from assholes. . . . Only dicks can fuck pussies and
assholes"-that it's delivered twice. If war is hell, the Team Americans are
dicks, Hollywood liberals are pussies (as well as F.A.G.'s and presumably
"girlie men"), and terrorists are assholes. For bellicose Bush supporters, being
praised as stupid dicks in a dirty-mouthed animation may be as welcome as an
endorsement from Vincent Gallo. But that's only if they're looking for irony.
Soulfully sung, Team America's comic faux-country ballad "Freedom Isn't Free"
would have moved the RNC to tears. And although the Team America fight song may
never be broadcast on the public airwaves, that's not to say that it won't get
lots of play among the troops in Baghdad. "America, Fuck Yeah" is so on target
that it's less a joke than a ready-made anthem.
Team America is obviously too profane and bawdy-that is, too "Hollywood"-for
Bush's fundamentalist base or a neocon prig like Michael Medved (except perhaps
late at night when he's all alone). But, fuck yeah, it's the perfect date flick
for a drunken frat boy trying to impress right-wing skank Ann Coulter.
http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0442/hoberman.php
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