Fritz lights up a joint whilst being harangued by his fed-up housewife and flashes back and forward through time to other ‘lives’ of his, largely involving druggy phenomena, 70s era insanity, and a continuation of the look into the decaying immoral backdrop of the American streets. Missing some of the intensity and slow falling apart into madness of the original Bakshi production, this sequel more or less recreates the general look and then delights in long psychedelic montages and the sort of humor that makes contemporary Adult Swim seem like it was made by the PC police.

–DB