||[Aug. 25th, 2007|03:14 am]
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I am really enjoying the resurgence of good, intelligent comedy. And while garbage like Who's your Caddy? will still continue to plague us until the inevitable zombie apocalypse, it's nice to see a talent like producer Judd Apatow (and his stupid, stupid name) rising in status after his crazy ridiculous huge hits Knocked Up and The 40-Year Old Virgin. You've come a long way from Freaks and Geeks, Judd.
On an unrelated note, Judd Apatow backwards is Wotapa Dduj. You may remember him as the famous Jawa Jedi Master who single handedly defeated Palpatine's first and mightiest clone, Dave.
Back on track, now. The film is nothing special in terms of plot (three high-schoolers plan to get laid before graduation. See also: every other movie ever fucking made ever). What the film does have are believable, fully developed characters coupled with excellent dialogue. Also, dick jokes. Dick jokes like they're the failing currency of an African country whose government was toppled in a violent military coup an hour and a half before the movie begins.
What really impressed me about the film was the unabashed way in which it revelled in the dominant aspects of the teen comedy. Almost every teen comedy tries to establish itself as the defining relatable film of its generation. Mine was American Pie. And let's be honest here, yours probably was too. But most every film before went about trying to hide this fundamental need for acceptance, Superbad positively relished in it. The irony, of course, being that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg wrote the film when they were kids.
Another thing I greatly enjoyed in the film was how it captured a sense of nostalgia without shoving it in the audience's collective faces like so much John Holmes. The scene where Evan, Seth, and Fogel are arguing about how to best go about getting a hold of liquor for a party legitimately made me miss my high school days.
I also greatly enjoyed the bittersweet ending, which hammered home the themes of maturity and growth hidden throughout the incessant dick jokes. Alfonso Cuaron had previously done the exact same thing in Y Tu Mama Tambien, and I immediately latched onto the similarities (which was ultimately distracting, though in retrospect no less effective).
Now, despite the praise I've mounted on the film, I must say that it was not really that great. As entertaining as it was, it really wasn't much else. It was predictable and cliched, but seeing as how the plot was only really there as a formality, this didn't prove to be a problem. That being said, I enjoy my film with a little more substance. Superbad, while greatly entertaining (maintaining "truly epic lulz" throughout), it is ultimately forgettable.
8 out of 10 units of measurement (possibly skewed by the company I had in the theater).
In other news, I have moved back up to Connecticut for the forseeable future. The plan is...and now you're pretty much at the same place I'm at. I had planned on leaving this past Monday, but failed to do so. On Tuesday, I made it to Baltimore in about 4 hours by finding myself a Statie doing 85 and riding his ass like a pornstar the whole way to Maryland. Come Wednesday, I made it here from Baltimore, again in about 4 hours, by being a speed ninja.
Brian and I are planning on going to Baltimore on the 8th and 9th for the Baltimore Comicon, but in my current financial situation (or rather, lack thereof) I'm not sure that will be possible. Crossing fingers here. Not necessarily my own, either.
Here's a comic, to keep you entertained.