Look out Austin Powers, from a little snow covered red-neck mountain town comes a classroom of foul-mouthed cartoon "childrens" that promise to make shepherd's pie out of your reheated secret agent sequel. "Yeah baby," Cartman, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Chef et al are ready for a box office battle. If you think Dr. Evil is a worthy adversary, wait until you get an earful of what these obscene pre-teens have to say.

Two middle fingers up, way up! That's what I give the triple-talented Trey Parker in tribute to his transfer of South Park, from hilariously offensive TV series to unbelievably outrageous feature film. Parker directed, produced, co-wrote and completed a true tour de farce by also writing the music and lyrics to the movie's sixteen songs, including the insidiously inappropriate "Uncle Fucka" that has preview audiences either holding their sides in hysterics or heading for the aisles in abject disgust. In a mere ninety minutes Parker's wide-eyed poo mouthed moppets use the F-word more times than Eddie Murphy, Richard Pryor and Andrew Dice Clay's careers combined. Damn, that's a lot of F-ing cursing! And, surprisingly, it doesn't get boring for a single frame. Such extreme misuse of the English language guaranteed South Park an R rating and will probably cost several million in receipts, but I salute Trey's decision not to pull a single punch line in his pursuit of artistic freedom and flaming fart jokes.

By comparison, Mike Myer's mega hit, the quasi-hip Spy Who Shagged Me is as innocent as a new born baby, ready to be kicked through the nearest plate glass window by one of Parker's tyrannical tikes. "Oh behave," indeed. South Park's script co-written by Matt Stone and Pam Brady takes complete advantage of their release from network censorship and pushes the comedic envelope as far as it can go without picking up an NC-17 rating. Hey, they've gotta save something for the sequel.

In the genre of movies made from TV series, South Park easily stuns the unintentionally funny Star Trek flicks, puts the triple X in X-Files and don't even get me started on Leave It to Beaver, though that's a title Parker and his pals would really have some fun with.

South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut also manages to squeeze in a few lessons about censorship, free speech, racism and tolerance as the story evolves around a mother's outrage at the death of the ever-doomed Kenny who is killed in a bizarre flatulence accident, imitating a routine he saw in an R-rated Canadian film, Asses of Fire. The parents' ire at the arts and denial of their own responsibility soon snowball into a war against our neighbors to the north and is highlighted in "Blame Canada," one of the movies most pleasantly and politically incorrect moments. Eventually Satan himself gets involved aided by his new friend and lover, Saddam Hussein. The fate of the world for the next two million years or so is in jeopardy because of one less-than-flame-retardant snow suit. It really is as complicated as it sounds, but don't worry, you'll be laughing too hard to care and will want to see it again to catch up on parts missed while trying not to soil yourself from the shocking silliness of it all. Also on hand and subject to satirical flaming are President Clinton, Brooke Sheilds, the Baldwin Brothers and Winona Ryder, none of whom authorized the use of their names to the film. (F- them if they can't take a joke.) To their credit, the Arquette family and Olympic skater Brian Boitano are mentioned and had no problem being associated with Parker's masterpiece of poo.

Of course, I could go on, but why bother? If you aren't sold by now, then forget it. Sorry Austin, consider your beatle-booted booty kicked but good.