So I finally saw "Superbad" this weekend. It was fantastic. Better than fantastic. It was so awesome that I couldn't leave the theater for a much needed bathroom break for fear that I would miss something funny and/or wildly inappropriate.
And I really had to go, because a medium soda at the movie theater needs to be carried with a backhoe. My bladder was not happy.
But I digress, Judd Apatow ("The 40-Year-Old Virgin" and "Knocked Up") proved, again, that you can be as raunchy as you want to be in a movie, and still create lovable characters.
Granted, I can't really quote anything these characters had to say, because it was generally laden in profanity and descriptions of anatomical features that would make Ron Jeremy blush. And no, I'm not a 14-year-old boy. I'm a sophisticated 25-year-old who enjoys great literature, Oscar-worthy film and pondorous walks in the woods.
But I can say that it's about a couple of best friends on a quest for liquor and ladies. Throw in some wayward cops and the nerdboy McLovin, and the evening takes some dramatic twists and turns culminating in a trip to the mall for a comforter and some cover-up.
Go see it now.
I knew you wrote this just from the first couple seconds because you're the only YDRer who would talk about their bladder issues during a movie. :)
So true, Jason, so true. I totally agree with Sue's assessment of this movie though. I was dying.