Driftglass: BoBo sits alone…

Driftglass manhandles David Brooks--Dictynna.

...in his high-chair, at 4 a.m.

Rubbing strained beets into his hair and crying for Lost Conservative Daddy to come back and donkey-punch him until he starts acting like a real man.

Well, as was the case with “Beware! The Blob!”, it turns out the amorphous Sequel BoBo is even dorkier and more poorly produced than BoBo: The Original Series.

Because it is an iron-bound rule that big, shapeless mounds of menacing mucilage need lean plotting, gooey-oozy special effects, tight sweatered-girls in peril and a bad-teen-gone-good hero subtext to rope in the younger demographics to keep the audience from noticing that the monster itself is just fucking boring.