How entertaining?     ★★★★☆
Thought provoking? ★☆☆☆☆

3 September 2011

This a movie review of SUPERBAD.

By Hemanth Kissoon

“I am McLovin,” Fogell

Much hype or, if you are being generous, buzz has been surrounding the double effort from the Judd Apatow stables – KNOCKED UP and now SUPERBAD. For all the excitement in anticipation of these two films the end results underwhelm. KNOCKED UP was a pretty conventional profane romantic-comedy where a man learns about responsibility; and here SUPERBAD follows in the footsteps of teen sex comedy AMERICAN PIE on an adventure of guys hoping to get laid. The creative teams behind SUPERBAD, KNOCKED UP and THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN have learnt from the PIE ensemble that: sweetness + prurience = box office gold. Though cred to the Apatow posse for the attempt at a little analysis of relationships that have been bereft from the genres.

Don’t get me wrong SUPERBAD is not poor, there are very regular guffaws to be had (take note SIMPSONS people), but the overall effect is that the film evaporates from the memory way too quickly – except for Evan and his home economics friend, and Fogell/McLovin, who is NAPOLEON DYNAMITE-wicked.