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The Onion A/V Club Reviews – Rick and Morty: ‘Anatomy Park’

On 16, Dec 2013 | In Press & News | By SBI

When Futurama left the air last summer, it left a decent sized crisis-brought-on-by-mad-science hole in my heart. Rick And Morty has filled this hole, and of the episodes we’ve seen so far, “Anatomy Park” comes the closest to being something I could imagine Fry, Leela, Professor Farnsworth, and the rest facing off against. (Hell, there’s actually an episode that has Farnsworth and a few others shrinking down to fit a group of hyper-intelligent flatworms that have taken up residence in Fry’s stomach.) That’s both good and bad; the bad being that, at least at first blush, the whole “Anatomy Park is really just a parody of Jurassic Park, eh? Eh?” isn’t the most gripping of ideas. The story’s structure is predictable, with Morty and the others struggling to find an escape while their numbers are picked off scene by inexorable scene. Combine that with an odd, disconnected B-plot, and you don’t have a lot to get excited about.

Yet “Anatomy Park” works, and it’s another point in favor of the show that it works because of trappings and idiosyncrasies that are already established parts of Rick And Morty’s universe. The anatomy theme park isn’t a bad idea, but when you add in the fact that the park is built inside Reuben, a drunk homeless guy dressed up like Santa Claus who dies less than ten minutes into the story, well, that’s an effective use of specificity. Rick shrinks Morty down while the rest of the family is having Christmas dinner (yeah, this is the Christmas episode, another nice touch) to find out what happened to Dr. Xenon Bloom (a terrific John Oliver), a microbe scientist and John Hammond knock-off (check out the cane). Inside the body, horrible things are happening, and it only gets worse when Reuben, as previously mentioned, dies. You don’t want to be inside a body when it dies, kids. Just ask Art Garfunkel.

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