So the previews sum up the plot pretty well. Local loser winds
up nailing local (successful) hottie, manages to impregnate her,
and embarks on a nine-month-long journey of discovery (or lack thereof).
Ben Stone (Rogen) has spent the last 10 years of
his life living off some court settlement involving a mail truck
(or something like that) and his toe. With that fifteen grand he’s
managed to remain a thoroughly baked, unemployed, illegal immigrant
with aspirations of starting a website devoting to helping horny
teens locate nude scenes in popular Hollywood flicks. Alison Scott
(Heigl), on the other hand, is just starting her
career on the entertainment network E!, interviewing celebrities.
She lives with her sister (Mann) and brother-in-law
(Rudd), helping to raise their children while keeping
company with the couple. How did a girl like Alison end up picking
up a guy like Ben? It wasn’t supposed to be anything more
than a night of celebration ending in drunken sex. Which leads to
the first lesson in this movie: Be very clear about what you mean
when you tell a man to “get on with it” while he’s
having trouble deploying a rubber.
But Knocked Up is about more than just opposites attracting.
It’s about lots of pot smoking and stoned antics. It’s
about the spread of pinkeye through a house of guys who simply must
use bare-assed farts as a weapon. It’s about a married couple
and the difficulties of remaining an individual in such a deep commitment.
It’s about having sex with a pregnant woman and imagining
the fetus getting assaulted in utero. It’s about the Cirque
du Psilocybin and why that’s not as relaxing to a troubled
mind as one might think. It’s about realizing that you’re
not a hot piece of ass anymore as a Zen bouncer explains to you
the rules of the game. And lastly, it’s about asking to talk
to someone outside when you either need to prostrate yourself or
verbally assault him/her without disturbing the woman in labor.
Is it funny? Hell Yes. It’s littered with those moments
where your body is jerking with laughter. The characters are great,
whether it’s the bearded man trying to endure endless abuse
to win a bet or the alpha of the stoners hitting on the married
woman with two kids. Some of the best players of 40-Year-Old
Virgin return; Carrell even makes a cameo
and is made to look like an asshole by a very moody, bulging woman.
Despite the fact that the band of guys are even more immature
in this flick than they were in 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked
Up is actually more mature than its predecessor. The relationship
in this movie is a bit more believable and speaks more to the new
generation of lovers. Why? Let’s just say that I’m one
hell of a dork/nerd, but I managed to get laid well before 40. Relationships
don’t begin with commitment anymore, they begin with sex.
From there a commitment might develop, but sometimes you’re
not really given a choice. And that’s when you need to ask
yourself if you’re ready to sit down, read a few books, get
a job, and move out of the destitute frat house, or would you prefer
to sleep until noon on a pillow that somebody probably farted on
(bare-assed) so you can wake and bake yet again.
Judd Apatow and Seth Rogen are clearly on their
way up. I expect more good things from them in the future.