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George and I saw "Knocked Up" yesterday. In a word: hilarious.

We quickly realized that we were the only married couple in the theater. In fact, we were the only ones over the age of thirty. At all of the married jokes, we'd start snickering, while the rest of the audience would be eerily silent. Of course, they all found the bong jokes much funnier than we did, so I guess it evened out.

Best joke: "Steely Dan gargles my balls."

Worst joke: "Go fuck your bong."

Go fuck your bong? Is that really what's passing as humor among young kids today? It makes me feel like an old fart to admit this, but . . . not so funny.

UPDATE: George just emailed me this story. Apparently, Canadian author Rebecca Eckler, author of Knocked Up: Confessions of a Hip Mother-to-Be, is suing Judd Apatow and the production team of the movie Knocked Up, claiming they ripped her off her book. I wonder if her book includes bong jokes?

My entirely biased position is that Hollywood producers should never rip-off novelists. My motto: Keep that crazy movie money flowing towards the writers. In fact, if anyone's interested in producing a movie called Mommy Tracked or Geek High (or Testing Kate, or She, Myself & I, etc., etc.) let me know . . . I am media rights are up for sale.

Posted 11 June 2007 at 09:17 AM