Tuesday, December 2, 2008
ALMOST: (Greg Mottola) I just can't bring myself to say this one is worth it. When you compare it to other notables within the genre, 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up and the recent, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, it just doesn't measure up. Sure, throw in sex-driven high schoolers, lots of sugary alcohol and a million do-good dorks and you've got a recipe for inappropriate humor, a type that seems to be acceptable these days as good film. Unfortunately, Superbad barely reached over the lines of crude humor to make it worth movie length entertainment. The jokes got old, the scenes got uncomfortable, and if it wasn't for the truly unique performance of Christopher Mintz-Plasse as the dorkiest boy I think I've ever seen, this movie wouldn't have even made it through the 118 minutes of unrated dialogue. Writer Rogen (who I like in most everything) lets his writing take him to limits that should actually be left untouched, like a girl dropping menstrual goo on boys legs at a party. Um, seriously? When was that ever okay to talk about in public? And for the record, it's hardly possible. But I digress. Movies should never be taken for real life, as they serve to pacify our need to release... unfortunately, Superbad never made it there. I laughed, I mean some parts are funny, but the touching happy ending with semi-well intentioned morals leaves no anxiety for an encore, or a recommendation. Rogen, I know you've got better.