I’ve watched another animation on Netflix. It’s not big, but… it is clever. In fact, it’s actually called Big Mouth, so parts of it are,
in fact, big as well. So, to conclude,
it is both big and clever. And I watched
it. And here you are, reading about
it. Right, that’s the awkward opening
passages out of the way, so let’s plough on with making sarcastic remarks about
it, all while feeling a little guilty that there’s a remote chance its creators
might one day read this and think me a prick for commenting on it. I’ve frankly no right. I’ve just counted up how many shows of my own
I have created, and the answer is: none.
Also, there’s no chance of them ever reading this self-indulgent
nonsense, so let’s agree that I’ve got nothing to lose.
The good news is that Big Mouth is a good time. You might have seen it in your various
Netflix menus: crudely drawn children and hairy, horned monsters. What a combination. But it’s not quite the pervy mess it sounds
like (or is it?). Big Mouth is all about
puberty and adolescence. Set in an
American middle school, our focus is a bunch of young teens at various stages
along the hormonal journey, some on the lookout for that first hallowed pubes,
others coping with bumfluff taches and uncontrollable, confusing sexual
urges. Chaperoning them on this voyage
of development is an array of adults who should know better, but don’t.
Cast your mind back to your schooldays. Male classmates were divided into the early
adopters, sporting their adult bodies at the age of 12 and buying everyone
alcohol as a result, and the Peter Pans, trapped in an eternal babylike state
of knee-highness and squeaking to communicate.
I remember after PE in year 7 when the whole class, rather than getting
changed back into our uniform, got distracted by comparing who had the most
impressive armpit hair development – we might as well have ranked ourselves in
order of undergrowth. The advanced
puberteers derided the non-starters, while the hormonally under-resourced eyed
their hirsute brethren with suspicion.
It’s in this pickling predicament that our two Big Mouth heroes find
themselves, with Andrew Glouberman’s precocious development exceeded only by
Nick Birch’s desperate desire to harvest his own crop of precious pubes.
I’ll stop myself here as I’m painfully aware that this is a
fairly graphic way to talk about underage bodies. Rest assured, this pales in comparison to how
this process is handled in the show: what images my words can’t bring to life
are rendered in colourful animation across your screens. If you’re prudish or easily offended, don’t
watch (don’t read this, either). And if you
think my intentions are sinister (which they’re not) just wait till you come
across the main conceit of Big Mouth: the hormone monsters. To represent the bad influences these
biological changes have on behaviour, a hairy, horned accomplice appears in the
lives of these children to guide them through their new urges. And by guide, I mean persuade them to give in
so that we as the viewer can enjoy the most extreme and entertaining
circumstances. It’s like an imaginary
friend, only they’re not telling you to burn things, just to hump them.
If you think it’s just the boys getting the pubescent scrutiny,
I can assure you that girls come in for the same treatment. Whether that’s Missy pleasuring herself with
her plush toy during a school camp out, or Jessi’s first period coming on a day
she chose to wear white shorts, everyone can enjoy getting offended here. There’s a certain shared experience with the
characters’ disastrous attempts to make sense of their changing bodies,
especially when you factor in the cluenessness of the parents to deal with any
of it. Nick’s dad’s wholly inappropriate
responses are beyond slimey (pretending to be a pussy), while Jay’s mum (or
mom, rather) couldn’t be less interested in any of her boys, let alone the
youngest – especially when there is wine to focus on – leaving him to forge
relationships with household cushioning.
The teachers are even worse, with a special mention going to Coach
Steve. At first, this individual annoys
with his constant appearances, but he becomes a well-placed foil to so many of
the storylines that he inevitably endears himself.
Let’s therefore laugh at our obsession with sex by
revisiting our first encounters with its mysteries through the eyes of middle
schoolers and their hormone monsters.
Big Mouth is as comfortable being intelligent with thought provocation
as it is making vagina jokes (with the voice of Kristen Wiig as a really
friendly vagina). There’s a song in
every episode and the voice talent is stellar, with Maya Rudolph
unrecognisable as Connie the hormone monster, but Andrew Rannells (often
the best thing in Girls, apart from the
girls) entirely recognisable as the quick-witted Matthew. With its imaginative and subversive approach
(and strokes of genius, such as illustrating minds blown by having characters’
heads literally explode), Big Mouth throws open our societal inconsistencies in
the treatment of so many issues, as well as recognising hilariously that we are
all just about managing to keep on top of our hormones, even as adults. How big and clever is that?
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