Steven Kostanski returns with another ultra-niche home-run via Frankie Freako. An inside joke stretched out like neon taffy that manages to blast out of the bong-ridden basement thanks to a ton of ambition, authenticity, and attitude. Shabadoo!

Conor Sweeney plays Conor, an unrelentingly square businessman who just can't seem to spice up his personality. His artist wife is getting sick of his tame lifestyle and his boss has had it with his bland output. He's been left alone for the weekend though, so what does he decide to do? Call up a 1-900 number for Frankie Freako to rescue him from the doldrums of his own flat identity. Partying puppets ensue!

If it sounds like a very limited concept, you wouldn't be wrong for wondering that as I also had reservations for how this might be entertaining for a full feature length film. Kostanski manages to squeeze out a more demented, elaborate, and imaginative world every few scenes though, fully ensuring you're laughing your butt right off on a consistent basis. Not only does this thing get violent and gnarly, it also dunks our lead and the three freakos in freakworld for a stretch until we get to that bombastic climax.

Maniacally indebted to films like Ghoulies, Gremlins, Munchies, Critters, Hobgoblins, Puppet Master, Troll, and so on and so forth, I must restate that this is some of the most niche WTFery you'll ever get served up. If you've ever laughed like a hyena at a montage of a stiff puppet trying to clean up a destroyed house, then this is for you. The assignment here, for as esoteric and head-scratching it is, is completely nailed and set ablaze.
Easily the funniest movie of 2024.

Only for the freakos, so if you get freaky, then party on!