Although Mike Judge's second feature is unabashedly lowbrow, it's also profoundly disturbing. An equally scathing and silly sci-fi satire about the dumbing down of American culture, it proves its point by peddling the same kind of gross-out, profanity-laden gags it indicts. TV viewers sit on hybrid toilet chairs so they don't need to pause shows like "Ow! My Balls" when nature calls; coarsely named corporations (Fuddruckers has morphed into Buttf--kers) hook kids on sex, violence and high-fat foods; and the motorcycle-riding president (a hilarious Terry Crews) came to fame as a wrestling champ-cum
-porn star. Judge's gags are aimed squarely below the belt and l...