Superbad is the most vulgar movie I’ve seen in a while. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It proudly belongs to a genre that intends to cross the line (the hair gel in Something About Mary, the baked goods in American Pie). But apart from some great acting, I don’t understand what all the fuss was about. Except, that is, for David Goldberg’s drawings at the end of the movie. Those are genius.
Knocked Up was even more underwhelming. Being one-sided or wish-fulfillment isn’t its biggest weakness – it’s just too long.