What Best in Show did for dog shows and A Mighty Wind did for folk music, Mascots does for costumed performers from the world of sport - i.e. portrays them as a bunch of eccentrics with problems who take this stuff way too seriously.
Like its predecessor, it is surprisingly touching as well as hilarious and often horrifyingly awkward; I got quite emotionally involved in the struggle of Sid the Hedgehog (from South Croydon) and whether or not he would defy his dad, the previous incumbent, to incorporate a risky new element into his act.
And, yes, furries are mentioned. Not in a very flattering light, it has to be said.
I obviously didn't read the small print when booking the tickets, because I was unaware in advance that Christopher Guest himself was going to be there, and take questions from the audience afterwards. (I did not ask a question. I'm shy about that at the best of times, and Guest was pretty rude, although very funny, to most of his questioners.)
My flatmate informs me that the film will be available on Netflix, who paid for its making, from Wednesday, but I regret nothing. It was a brilliant evening.