mindlessly repetitive
You all either vote ten on it because your preteen angst results in a knee-jerk delusion to think this movie is genius because it has a character bitching about things you'd like to bitch about but don't have the audience or arrogance to do so, or you vote zero on it because it's seen as a monotonous drone repeated ad-nauseum for the benefit of the aforementioned bleating mascara-drenched sheep that think it's perfect because they love anything that hates everything. I fear the creator has either made like he has an obligation to appeal to this rambling mass, or he understands that no effort is expected of him, just make Foamy say mean things.
The characters have all now settled kindly into one character trait. Foamy is angry, and Germaine is a modest nymphomaniac who goes on about sex, is the butt of semen jokes, but never actually does anything. It's a dynamite formula for the the 12-15 demographic. Also, for some reason, Germaine's breasts expand when she moves them. For eight years, these movies have been all the same, a note held indefinitely in a song that was loud and sexual, and caused a great scream from the rabble. The song was alright at the beginning and wasn't even really about the tease, but many of us are getting bored of that note, and wish that the guy would get onto the next verse. It's called insightful and expressive, but it's simply pointing and laughing. You all see him as a voice for counterculture, mocking the preppies and bolstering your hip rage and contempt, but when you see a disclaimer asking you to not be offended, you should see that illwillpress has abandoned that ideal to get dumb fucks to buy his t-shirts.
Decent creative work needs content, not just attitude. Well-made movies deserving of high praise like Brackenwood and Ola Bergner are forced to share the limelight with this exhaustive, minimalist fluff, it makes me shudder for the creative direction of Newgrounds. I don't object to limited animation, but i object fiercely to limited idea. Invader Zim was a cartoon with similarly misanthropic subject matter, but it at least had a clever, expansive idea that it could build off of and play with; this is one character doing one thing that can't be built on. You people praise these movies for their spontaneity and quick wit, but you can train anyone to do anything by impulse if he does it exactly the same way for nearly a decade. Look up Ivan Pavlov if you don't believe me.
Describing bizarre sex acts and pretending to strip is not voyeuristic entertainment, it's just childish pandering. Any one of you talks like this in your head in your daily life, and you think that if it comes out of your mouth, suddenly you're an artist? Putting some kind of imaginative spin on it is where true creativity lies; illwillpress has skipped that step for a quick Daily award.
Though these movies will continue to garner blind praise from people with a shallow contempt for the norm, I like to think doing this for so long is rotting Jonathan Ian Mathers from the inside. He once had a good idea that consumed him. Eventually, he might try for ambition and really see the joy of exerting himself (more so than just making semen jokes), if he's not a pandering shill just out to stuff shelves at Hot Topic.