Cohen’s mistrust of those punkers—with their drugs, violence, and rape—is disappointing, but not unexpected. There’s also a lot of other dated aspects to the film’s satirical elements (The Cubans are our friends! They are people too!). And the older version of the monsters look goofy as hell.
But: this is def my favorite of the trilogy. Best ideas, besr performances, best direction. It moves, it’s got more highlights, and it’s just generally not as ponderous as the last two. Fun. Mostly.