“For almost a decade, Hollywood has pulled jokes and romance out of the struggle between male infantilism and female ambition. Knocked Up, written and directed by Judd Apatow, is the culminating version of this story, and it feels like one of the key movies of the era, a raw, discordant equivalent of The Graduate forty years ago. I’ve seen it with audiences in their twenties and thirties, and the excitement in the theatres is palpable, the audience is with the movie all the way, and, afterward, many of the young men (though not always the young women) say that it’s not only funny but true. They feel that way, I think, because the picture is unruly and surprising; it’s filled with the messes and rages of life in 2007.”, David Denby, The New Yorker
Yes, it is July, going on August, and there isn’t much to write about, is there, Dave? But is that any excuse to natter on (and on) about your favorite screwball comedies for five fucking pages? Unless, of course, you were getting paid for it.
Somehow, I’m guessing that Knocked Up, “raw, discordant equivalent of The Graduate” or no, will mean no more, and no less, than The Passion of the Christ, Spiderman, Oprah, Bill O’Reilly, or any of the other grasshoppers that float, kicking and squirming, down the vast, muddy Mississippi of the American mind.