So what’s up? Did Jack Cameron’s new blog on his site flame out after just a few weeks? The short answer is ‘No.’. The longer answer is, “What fucked up thing is going to happen next, oh cruel Fate?” The past couple weeks have been more than a little bit crazy so somehow, updating my website failed to be a priority.
I’m not one to turn my blog into a personal diary and I do what I can to keep most of my private life private, but in the past two weeks, I’ve dealt with a car accident, an extended ER visit, two visits to the DMV, and a mysterious illness. May has been a crazy ass month and I genuinely have The Fear today as I think of what this week might have in store for me and mine.
Anyway, I’m going to do what I can to catch up. Here’s a quick review of Knocked Up.
I saw Knocked Up last night. Afterwards I felt very much like I did after seeing Napoleon Dynamite. It’s as if there’s this entire section of ‘humor’ that entirely eludes me or something. People have told me how hilarious both of these movies are and I found that I laughed maybe four times during the entire movie.
I honestly don’t know what it is about this kind of movie. It just does nothing for me. The characters are stupid and two dimensional and it’s impossible to care what happens to them. And it’s not that I’m some elitist high-brow snob. It’s that people being high is only funny to people who are high. It’s that all of the characters in Knocked Up are either stupid stoners, self-involved assholes, or both. It’s that when you come down to it, a movie about a one night stand that turns into a pregnancy having a happy ending just absolutely stinks of bullshit. I know it’s a comedy but one of the rules of comedy is that is that truth is funny. I’ve read that a lot of the scenes in this movie come from the writer/director’s life, but that doesn’t really mean anything. ‘But it really happened’ doesn’t make something believable or even entertaining.
So whatever the joke is in Knocked Up, I guess I just don’t get it. If you do, that’s great. Maybe it’s what my friend Jeremy said, “You’re not 21 so it’s not funny.” I am 33. I am an old man now. While you young people watch You Don’t Mess With Zohan, I’ll be at home watching my Joe Vs. The Volcano DVD.