May contain spoilers. Smileys are added for effect.
So, a friend brought over "Knocked Up" to watch last night. At the end, I was in shock, and my friend didn't get why I didn't think it was funny. Now, I will say there were some very funny moments. Mostly having to do with the psycho wife supporting character and her husband (played by Paul Rudd, who I love), and the jokes made at the expense of the guy with the beard.
This was clearly a guy movie. About pregnancy. I don't know how they did it, but they did. There were WAY too many naked breasts for it to be anything else. I'm not against guy movies in general. There are some classic guy movies that are very funny: Animal House and Porky's come to mind first. This one -- not in the same league.
Also, I believe this movie could have been about 45 minutes shorter and gotten the job done. Two hours, ten minutes is way too long for this type of film.
Now, let's get down to the real problem. My friend just didn't understand why I didn't like it. This friend knows I don't want kids, and all they had to say was "It's just a movie" and "It doesn't mean YOU have to have a kid." These two statements are correct. But understand: This was the scariest movie I may have ever seen. This girl actually lived my nightmare, and I had to watch her go through it. Talk about unsettling. Nothing, but nothing, terrifies me like the prospect of getting pregnant. Nothing. Not death, heights, taxes, the dentist, spiders (and y'all know how I feel about spiders)... Nothing. I mean no disrespect to my friend, but this movie was everything I expected it to be, which is why I had skipped it in the first place.
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