Udder Confusion at the Transgender Party Farm (or, Tits on a Bull)

Paramount Pictures' Barnyard: The Original Party Animals is an anthropomorphic animated romp that hits theaters tomorrow. The film, about the secret bipedal shenanigans of common farm animals, is like George Orwell's Animal Farm, only the political subtext has been stripped away and replaced with Wal-Mart-friendly, flyover-state hilarity. At the center of all the hijinks is Otis, a male bovine -- a bull -- who drives cars, plays golf, cracks wise, and probably likes Tim Allen a lot. Oh! Shocker! Otis is even voiced by Kevin James, the King of Queens himself! Here's a picture of our all-American buddy Otis:

Notice anything odd? Here's a hint: check Otis's lower abdominal region. See those? See Otis's fucking UDDERS?? Now maybe having Otis's cock swinging all over the place during the movie would give many parents a little too much explaining to do during the car ride home, but is intentionally confusing the shit out of America's children really the answer? Is a gross distortion of anatomical reality preferable to just leaving ol' Otis blank down there? He is a male. How, pray tell, is giving him tits (sorry, teets) an appropriate solution to the we-can't-show-kids-a-bull-dick problem??

Does someone at Paramount Pictures believe that America's kids aren't quite stupid enough? And why am I the only one who finds this so irresponsible/weird? In the Onion AV Club review, their Uddergate commentary ran as follows: "Trouncing around upright with their udders hanging out (and since when do bulls have udders?), bearing the creepy musculature of offensive linemen, the cows are the stars of Barnyard..." That's it? Their musculature is creepy? How about the fact that kids are being magically transported to a post-op transexxual farm for "party animals?" How's that for fucking creepy?

How do you think manly ultra-dude Sam Elliott feels about Exhibit B?

I can pretty much guarantee that they failed to tell ol' Sam that his character was a big, studly bull... with breasts. The guy played the saltiest dude in Roadhouse, fer crissakes. I seriously doubt that he has decided to champion the transgender issue in children's films at this juncture in his career.

I dunno. Maybe I'm overreacting. But I think there is some cause for concern when Hollywood proceeds on the (probably fair) assumption that America's kids... hell, America's parents don't even know any better.

Also from the WTF file: Steely Dan writes an obliquely threatening letter about Owen Wilson. No way do the dudes in Steely Dan really talk like this! This is either the strangest letter ever written, or the most arid moment in the band's long and esteemed history of dry wit.

**UPDATE** The Butterscotch Stallion responds. (And responds well!)