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‘Rick and Morty’ is sublime: Raising Gazorpazorp
On 12, Mar 2014 | In Press & News | By SBI
The seventh episode of Rick and Morty is sexist, rife with toilet humor, and surprisingly dark– even in its throwaway gags. I loved every minute of it.
As ever, plot is secondary on Rick and Mortyto character and tone. What happens isn’t nearly as important as who it happens to, or your pressing need to shower after watching it. I kid.
Speaking of kids, Morty knocks up a sexbot! The impulse purchase at an intergalactic pawn shop (Rick knows all the best hotspots), Morty’s robo-lover transforms into a hovering, humming sphere shortly after they’ve consummated their relationship. For the third time. Noisily. While the rest of the family is trying to eat.
Said sphere pops out a baby Gazorpazorp, a splotchy, red, six-limbed alien spawn with Morty’s eyes and soon-to-be-receding hairline. While Morty bounces Morty Jr. on his knee, Rick andSummer are off on a madcap adventure to the sexbot’s planet of origin to straighten out the mess. (I can’t believe my spellcheck doesn’t recognize ‘sexbot’.)
Again– the plot is incidental. Rick sounds almost bored rattling off a startlingly precise description of what led to the technological downfall of Gazorpazorp’s males. Sexbots. Lots of sexbots. (Can I type the word ‘sexbots’ a few more times? Sexbots.)
Rick and Summer steal aboard a nigh-Zardoz-copyright-infringeing flying head thing, where they meet the dominant race on the planet, womankind. They, too, have a pair of arms growing out of their heads, and they’ve mastered technology and telekinesis. They see Summer as an equal, while Rick is reduced to slave status. For a bit.
Morty Junior rises through the terrible twos, all the way to angry, angsty adolescence in the space of a few hours. Such is Gazorpazorp. Such is Morty Junior. Far more memorable than the antics of teen parenthood, is the sheer ton of baggage that Beth and Jerry still carry, firing off snide remarks at each other while Morty tries to connect with his son: a towering, hormonal, snarling beast with no thought or concern for others. (Your typical teenager, then.)