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Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later is the third trip to Camp Firewood after the original film (Wet Hot American Summer) and the Netflix prequel series (Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp), and it’s the least-funny of the three.

It’s still one of the funniest things you will find on television.

Most of the group is back again for the eight-episode series, by writer-director David Wain and writer Michael Showalter. At the end of the original movie, the camp counselors (including Showalter, Michael Ian Black, Amy Poehler, Bradley Cooper and Janeane Garofalo) promised to reunite 10 years later to see how things turned out. Here, they do just that, with their reunion threatened by an evil Ronald Reagan (Showalter) and George H.W. Bush (Michael Ian Black, in what has to be the worst and most hilarious George Bush impersonation ever). The two presidents want to nuke the place for nonsensical reasons.

Cooper, a superstar actor now, had to drop out (though he’s replaced in a very funny way by Adam Scott), while Ant-Man himself, Paul Rudd, manages to return as rebel Andy. This time out, Andy is sporting grunge long hair, and it often looks like he is inserted into group shots in post-production, probably because Rudd couldn’t stick around for the whole shoot. Wain finds ways to make this obvious and, yes, very funny.

There are a lot of early ’90s references. Wain is the king of wiseass humor, and this might be the most wiseass effort of them all. The humor involves a young Reagan taking spherical shits; Ken Marino’s Victor and his still pathetic virginity; and a psycho nanny played by series newcomer Alyssa Milano. Elizabeth Banks spends most of the show in a separate storyline. A moment in which a door is slammed on her hand made me laugh harder than I have all year.

This series seems like a final chapter, with everything winding up in one of those clever ’90s twist endings. However, I hope they continue to get the band together for years to come. The world needs the continuing saga of Camp Firewood.

Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later is now streaming on Netflix.

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The great Ken Marino (The State) stars in Bad Milo! as Duncan, a mild mannered accountant who finds out the stomach issues he’s been having aren’t related to stress.

Instead, an alien-like creature that is the manifestation of all his bad thoughts is living up his ass. When those bad thoughts become overwhelming, the alien creature shoots out and starts killing people.

Yes, I am telling you the truth: This movie is about some sort of dreaded ass monster that looks like a demented E.T. and sounds like Gizmo from Gremlins. The film is much better than anything with this subject matter deserves to be, thanks to a fully (and I do mean fully) committed performance from Marino, who manages to make a movie about an alien escaping from his anus both funny and, at times, oddly moving.

The film has its share of gore, with one sequence involving the murder of a fertility doctor being especially graphic. It also has some great, random-humor moments, and a couple of good supporting performances from Stephen Root (as Duncan’s pot-smoking dad) and Peter Stormare (as his wacky therapist). I love the parrot!

Other players include Patrick Warburton as Duncan’s selfish boss, and Gillian Jacobs from TV’s Community as Duncan’s wife. The movie is reminiscent of odd horror flicks like Basket Case and parts of The Human Centipede.

You’ll know within about 15 minutes if this one is for you or not. If The State or TV’s Childrens Hospital make you laugh, you might find yourself happy. If you don’t like toilet humor, you should stay far away from this one.

It’s available on demand and via iTunes.

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