The whole thing looks like it was rendered on a potato that's been left in the microwave too long. Not even a good potato, one of those waxy red ones that never gets crispy. And I'm not complaining about the art style being deliberately janky, that's the whole point of these parody joints. It's that the jank doesn't always land where it should. Mory Schiester, Charlie's agent, has these massive tits that clip through her blazer in the negotiation scene and I laughed but then the next sex scene the clipping was just... there. No joke attached. Just geometry having a bad day.

The setup is peak brainrot. Mory gets Charlie a gig hosting a shopping channel and Pimp Master Shaft shows up to sell... something. I forget what. The whole thing is an excuse for a blowjob scene that's actually pretty hot if you can get past the fact that Charlie's eyes are looking in slightly different directions the entire time. Like one's watching the act and the other's checking for cops. The dialogue is that specific flavor of dumb where you can't tell if the writer was high or you need to be. "Shopping at home willn't ever be the same" is a real line that exists. I think about it more than I should.

The harem ending is there but it's more of a suggestion. You get a scene with both women that feels like it was animated by someone who just learned what a pelvis does. The sound design is what gets me though. The wet noises are so over the top I had to check if someone was doing dishes in the other room. My neighbor definitely thinks I was watching something else. Or exactly this. We don't make eye contact anymore.

I wish the blonde one had more to do besides look confused and then enthusiastic. There's a moment where she's supposed to be surprised by Shaft's entrance and her expression doesn't change at all. Just dead eyes and jiggle physics. The whole thing crashes if you try to skip dialogue too fast which I discovered the hard way. Three times. Because I don't learn.