I haven’t seen the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie yet, but, debate about the Boston ad-pranks aside (which Wikipedia hilariously lists as the 2007 Boston Mooninite Scare), the great thing about the movie is how it forces professional movie critics to deal with its blitzkrieg of nonsense and absurdity. The Village Voice gives the movie’s plot only one deadpan line (“The trio’s big-screen debut features an exercise machine sent from the future to destroy the planet, and an origin story involving the Sphinx, Abraham Lincoln, and the FBI.”), and Stephen Hunter of the Washington Post seems to be just as amused at having to write coherently about the movie as at the movie itself:

I am not making this up. I couldn’t make this up. My imagination isn’t powerful enough.
I just saw a movie in which a pack of french fries, a wad of ground beef and a milkshake save the world — or at least, New Jersey — from a psychotic giant exercise machine built 70,000 years ago by aliens.

Makes sense to me.