What is the deal with Adult Swim, anyway?
Sunday night’s mishmash starts with an hour of FUTURAMA/VENTURE BROTHERS, an hour of solid storytelling and resonance. The New Venture episode — “Victor. Echo. November.” — was one of the best ever, as everyone goes on a double date, a character gets a mechanical hand, The Phantom Limb is given four variant origins, and Brock goes on a particularly savage spree, naked and bloody a knife in his hand. “We might not win this one; just get to the panic room.” Plus, Kim was wearing goggles.
And then…it all goes kerflooie. What sort of drug are you supposed to be on to enjoy all this? Bad claymation, animation that rips off David Rees ripping off institutional art, hillbilly squid — lots of squid actually — crazed Swedish rockers. Every show on Adult Swim Sunday Night is symbolically — and often literally — bleeding from the eyes, ears and anus. The people who use this to ease back into the work week need to be kept under surveillance, because when they go, they’re taking the rest of us with them.
PS: we kind of like METALOCALYPSE.