"The Haunted World of El Superbeasto" is what happens when a filmmaker becomes so obsessed with himself that he forgets he is making films that people will actually watch. It is so inexplicably awful and insanely repugnant that I can only wonder how it received a release, however slight or unnoticed, over a variety of other films waiting on some studio's long-forgotten shelves. How it recruited the voice talents of Paul Giamatti and Rosario Dawson can be only attributed to Rob Zombie's natural charisma, as the screenplay, penned by Zombie and Tom Papa (who also voices the titular El Superbeasto), is an awkwardly strange and, even worse, unbearably boring one. Though creativity abounds, none of it is particularly inspired and it rarely transcends developing new reasons for animated women to drop their tops and say a handful of forbidden four-letter words. When a song is employed that sings about it being okay to masturbate to a cartoon, I had an overwhelming desire to stop watching.
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