Coordinated swimming cunnilingus. Playing god and creating a genetic freakshow abomination that can only speak in Dobby. The reveal of the Super Saiyan thin blue line. An ass-snake named Sprinkles. And that’s just the first five minutes of Paradise PD! Nobody was ever going to claim that Netflix’s animated cop show was aiming to create sophisticated humour thanks to its usage of toilet humour which set the bar so low that an Australian could use it to do pull-ups, but its second season somehow manages to eclipse that effort and then some.
You ever hear the phrase about scraping the bottom of the barrel for content? Paradise PD season 2 exists even further below that, in a realm of grimy barrel bottoms that can be found when you punch through the original wood to uncover this dank dimension. It is effortlessly gross, crude and unrepentant as it holds absolutely nothing back while preparing the fort for a legion of Disney lawyers who’ll be laying siege to its castle any day now.