Superbad

My response to this movie was markedly different than Scott's (see his blog with the link to the right. If I could figure out how to put a link into the text of my blog, I would have enough knowledge to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!).

Scott is correct. 100%. With the first few lines of his review, of course. Not all the time (this may come as a shock to those of you related to him). Superbad is a look inside the (supposedly) average teenage male mind (I say supposedly because REALLY? I find that hard to believe). All I have to say in response to that is that A.) I am so glad that I'm a female, and was therefore a teenage girl, and B.) I never wanted to sink to the depths of filth that reside inside this male mind. It is filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Like Industrial-Strength Comet-needing filthy.

There are parts of this movie that were very cute and very charming, and Michael Cera and the character known as McLovin were primarily responsible for this (I'm a sucker for the nerdy high school boys). There is a scene in the home ec class where Michael Cera's character takes flour and draws a cat face on his lab partner and they joke around about it. I liked that moment, that dose of pure playfulness. And then it's ruined by Jonah Hill's character coming over and opening his mouth. Because pretty much whenever Jonah Hill's character opened his mouth, I cringed. I found maybe 1% of what he said funny. The rest of it was graphically outrageous in its content and delivery. There is a gag about female menstruation that is OBSCENE and so blatantly inappropriate that I couldn't believe that they even went there. But they did.

And for that reason, there is no way that I could like or in any way recommend this movie. I would like to think that not all high school guys think like Jonah Hill's character. I am okay with high school boys being like Michael Cera's character, because he was too mature for the behavior that he was exhibiting and he knew it, objecting several times along the way to the things going on around him. But looking back at my own high school years, I find myself shocked and disappointed that guys could have ever been like that. My own thoughts during high school were much more innocent, and much more mature, than any of the thoughts portrayed in the movie. Since I find the movie far outside my own realm of experience and find myself offended and horrified that others apparently experienced life this way, I am at once disappointed in my decision to purchase a ticket to this movie and encouraged that I cannot identify with it in any way.