New Kids Nitro
“Bold, rude, funny... as offensive as ever” — Ard Vijn, TWITCHFILM
Hurting for more? Good. Because New Kids Gerrie, Richard, Rikkert, Robbie, and Barry shamelessly continue their assault on your senses in this spirited, wildly obscene sequel to their blockbuster debut film, NEW KIDS TURBO.Picking up exactly where the original leaves off, the boys from Maaskantje are back to doing what they do best: ruining life for everyone around them. But as they attempt to blow off some steam by heckling the neighbouring town of Schijndel’s pee-wee soccer team, the New Kids find themselves — for the first time in their lives — at war with a group of hooligans somehow as equally atrocious as them. After too many run-ins with the law, they’re sent on a suicide mission to nearby Friesland, where a glowing green meteor has plummeted into a dairy farm. Typically, not that big of a deal… except that everyone drinking the milk pouring out of there is turning into bloodthirsty zombies.
Ditching TURBO’s blatant socio-political commentary allows returning directors Steffen Haars and Flip Van der Kuil to unabashedly wallow in a near-nonstop barrage of vulgarity, skewering everything from street racing to the Holocaust with a genuinely reckless abandon. If the first film didn’t deliver enough Downs Syndrome and fetal alcohol jokes, there’s a good chance that NITRO’s going to be just what your depraved tastes require. Thankfully, where the New Kids’ humour truly excels is in their delivery. In lesser hands, their brand of shock comedy would be the kind of black hole that not even the bravest laughter could escape from. Yet somehow, through self-effacing mockery, it becomes blindingly clear that the kids from Maaskantje are far from a one-trick pony. These are a truly brilliant lot, with a talent that smacks of the U.K.’s Monty Python — a refreshing reminder that if you’re going to be genuinely funny, your absurdity must be matched with equal brilliance. NEW KIDS NITRO is an impeccable sequel, a genre-changing continuation of the first film that packs more laughs into its streamlined 74 minutes than any two-hour-plus Apatow opus.
— Ted Geoghegan