Ha ha, not really. Team America isn’t very long on political satire, though that’s definitely at work. When done correctly, satire by itself can be devastating, but it rarely inspires belly laughs. For that, you need some filth, and the filmmakers are only to happy to oblige. The puppet sex scene is here, though apparently not in all of its anatomically incorrect glory (the scat scenes were cut, as well as the one where the man puppet orally pleasures the female puppet, since you asked), and one scene in an alley, following Gary’s attempts to drown his sorrows, had me laughing so hard I thought I’d ruptured myself.
Team America is gleefully profane, excessively violent, and refreshingly lewd. I doubt you’ll see a funnier movie this year, unless you’re the kind of person who doesn’t find marionettes getting eaten by sharks or singing about Ben Affleck in Pearl Harbor humorous. If that’s the case, I pity both you and your humorless spawn, who will never know the sheer joy that comes from watching a puppet in a fighter jet blowing up the Louvre.
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