Richard Christy is a Renaissance man -- heavy metal drummer, stand-up comedian, cheesecake eater, ritual masturbator, low-budget horror film director, special effects artist, landing pad for Sal The Stockbroker's man juice, abortionist, hick. Here, Christy extends his Midas touch to film comedy, and it's better than rejuvenation.
It may not reach the delirious heights of his Baba Booey song parodies, but Supertwink is easily the cinematic equal of Christy's legendary musical collaborations with fellow retard Beetlejuice. It is, in fact, the Citizen Kane of gay superhero movies. And like Citizen Kane, it will probably take future generations to fully understand and appreciate its majesty. Future generations of drooling, knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers, that is.
Although Christy is obviously the creative genius of the project, the contributions of telephone fraud artist/Houlihan's waiter/pathological liar Sal The Stockbroker should not be ignored. If anyone can figure out exactly what those contributions are, then maybe Sal's entire life won't be such a desperate, unfunny waste of time.
It may not reach the delirious heights of his Baba Booey song parodies, but Supertwink is easily the cinematic equal of Christy's legendary musical collaborations with fellow retard Beetlejuice. It is, in fact, the Citizen Kane of gay superhero movies. And like Citizen Kane, it will probably take future generations to fully understand and appreciate its majesty. Future generations of drooling, knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers, that is.
Although Christy is obviously the creative genius of the project, the contributions of telephone fraud artist/Houlihan's waiter/pathological liar Sal The Stockbroker should not be ignored. If anyone can figure out exactly what those contributions are, then maybe Sal's entire life won't be such a desperate, unfunny waste of time.