Okay, I know I'm probably the last of the 25 and under crowd to see Superbad. That's alright with me. I could have waited longer, I suppose.
By the way, if you haven't seen this, and honestly care, stop reading, because I do go into detail about the movie.
First impression. Crude. The movie is just crude, and I'm not a fan of crude humor. It's easy to be funny, while being crude. There's no wit, or creativity involved in that, and it bothers me, I guess. Do I make the occasional crude joke? Yes. Who doesn't? And depending on who I'm with, I may make a few.
However, I did laugh. I'm sure I was laughing at all the wrong parts, but laughing, all the same, right? It's a comedy, it's what you do.
Anyway. The very basis of this movie is basically two best friends, trying to set themselves up for an epic last summer together, before they go off to seperate colleges (the main focus of their summer seemed to be sex...I'll get around to that later). They like totally different types of girls, and have completely different approaches to how to go about getting the girls.
This movie, over and over, reminded me of myself and Michael (yes, my best friend and I have the same first name...that partially fueled the switch to Mickey). Michael and I are so alike in so many ways, however contrast each other in very similar ways as Evan (myself) and Seth (Michael).
Now, for anyone who has seen the movie, Michael is not nearly as disrespectful toward women as I felt Seth was. However, he and I do have very different views on where lines should be drawn in many situations.
But more than anything, there's a scene near the end, where they're (drunkenly) lying on the floor in sleeping bags after a party, and talking. Talking about things that have been bothering them, and a secret Evan was keeping from Seth. In the end, the two best friends start feeling comfortable telling each other they love each other.
I've actually heard of that scene. It's a scene I found out a lot of people found strange, or even a bit "gay".
A majority of my friends routinely tell each other (and myself) they love each other. I'm the same way. Half my phone calls end with "Love you, too." Half my conversations. Half my eMails. That includes all the guys. I don't find that strange. They're my friend, and I love them. Almost every single friend I see, no matter how often I see them, we hug.
In a drunken state, I too, felt it had the possibility of going a "bit far" but it didn't. They simply got comfortable saying "I love you" and said it over and over. They expressed their desire to scream from the rooftop that they love their best friend.
I live six hours from my best friend. I see him once every few months, if I'm lucky, since we're both incredibly busy. And yes, I do tell him I love him. I miss him daily. I hug him every single time I see him, and every single time I say goodbye to him. My friends are like a second (but inferior to the original) family.
Okay. Quick thing. I'm so tired of every movie directed at my age group (or really, just the general public) revolving around sex. I've expressed this further before in a pretty long blog on MySpace once. Am I the only person my age that has something better to think about than sex right now?
Overview: Superbad, funny, but not amazing. If you have a friend, call them and tell them you love them. Find a new hobby.