Here is my review of Knocked Up: Totally Fucking Hilarious. However, some bizarre stuff. Here I am, literally playing the role of slacker boyfriend who deflects questions of responsibility and commitment with disarming wit (this was another date with SB). Put 50 pounds, a mop of jew-hair and much, much better written jokes on me, and I am Seth Rogen in this movie. So you think that I’d be sympathetic to his character in this movie. For the most part I was, but for the middle “conflict” part of the movie he was a huge asshole, reacting to one slight from his gf with an unending stream of resentment, neglect and scorn, culminating in him telling her off, calling her a huge psycho bitch and walking off giving her the finger. He feels bad about this later, makes a piss poor attempt at reconsiling, and strangely goes all stalker-ish by building a cute little home for this family that he just told to fuck off. That was just weird. Of course everything works out in the end but he seemed wayyy too on edge for the lovable pot-head teddy bear that he was supposed to be playing. Anyway, still hilarious, but I am a sucker for a good love story as well as a good comedy and this one didn’t quite feel right at the end.
My title to this post does not actually refer to the movie. Let this be a lesson to you: if you are taking your girl out to see a movie called “knocked up”, she’s probably not going to let you put it in her without a sandwich bag.
