Although Hollywood Jesus reviewer Elizabeth Leitch (“Elisabeth is a graduate of the University of California, San Diego, with a BA in Literature-Writing”) gives Judd Apatow’s film an excellent review that does find the “deeper” themes that the writer/director meant for audiences to notice, I am underwhelmed – totally. And I wanted to like it.
Here’s what I wrote to a Christian filmmaker/critic/theologian; trying to understand the penile-centric, genital grunge film (remember, I am not a film critic that wilts in the presence of humanity; but boredom is a cine-slayer):
“I like that Apatow is going “deeper”; Sandler was very good as was good as was Seth Rogan. His roommates were sleazy and maybe they were supposed to be. But we have seen these characters before; the threat of death of a stand-up comedian is new; mortality is new. What I don’t get is that this movie was not funny, the stand-up was not funny (and after my appearance on Last Comic Standing I would say that Apatow has captured American stand-up comedy really well. It’s genital grunge. The film shows that stand-up comedy in America is in deep crisis.) That the white male American is stuck in eternal adolescence; is Apatow damning the American male to this filmic ground-hog day?
Does Apatow have another tune to play?
Is this all we are ever going to get?
(OK, the Eminem scene was kind of funny.)