Dankstin Memeswell’s review published on Letterboxd:
Yeah...sorry, this is every bit as bad as I remember it being. I don't need to see dolls jerking off, pissing their pants, flashing their breasts, or debating the gender of their child. It's not as funny as you think you it is, Mr. Mancini. On a side note, why do horror films that involve rappers always suck?