Finally hitting these shores, Knocked Up would have been one of the best films of the year even if the cast had just sat and stared at you for two hours. It’s basically a scripted Freaks and Geeks/ Undeclared reunion party, and that’s worth anyone’s money. That said, a few minor reservations: what happened to Seth Rogen being an illegal immigrant? Did I miss something? I wanted more of Martin Starr’s beard, more of Harold Ramis, and less of Judd Apatow’s wife. And the ending feels like a bit of letdown after The 40 Year Old Virgin gave us perhaps the finest closing scene in comedy history. But these are infinitesimal quibbles, and I’m already looking forward to seeing it again.
by Tom Huddleston | Source: 35mm print
30 Aug 2007 12:45 PM | Comments (5)
I, on the other hand, want all of Judd Apatow’s wife. Sorry, Judd.
And “The 40 Year Old Virgin gave us perhaps the finest closing scene in comedy history”? Surely you don’t mean the crap sing-along …
Crap singalong? It was beautiful… You must have a hard, hard heart.
It’s just such a tired device and reminded me of something Jack Black might be involved in.
But, yes, perhaps I do have a hard heart. And an allergy to hyperbole!
I honestly wasn’t being hyperbolic. I think that apart from Paths Of Glory and Dr. Strangelove that might be my favourite movie ending ever. I don’t care if it’s a tired device, it made me happy. Just thinking about it makes me happy. I guess I’m just a sucker.
Now you’re just trying to make me feel bad.
leo
30 August 2007
10:03 AM
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