“It’s filthy, but it’s no Pink Flamingos.”
That was my response when Sean told me that it was the filthiest movie he had ever seen – I had to remind him that back in 1997, I dragged him to go see the 25th anniversary re-release of Pink Flamingos. He then amended his statement to say that Superbad was the filthiest movie he has seen, outside of John Waters and Gregg Araki…I would tend to agree with him – Superbad is a filthy, filthy movie.
So this is the film that made Jonah Hill a household name…I can see that – he was pretty fucking funny, even though he was basically just doing a really good Seth Rogen impersonation. I can’t think of anyone else who could have brought Seth’s words to life, even though most of the words were permutations of the word “fuck”.
Is there a movie in which Michael Cera doesn’t play a whiny little bitch? If so, someone please share with me, so I can watch it and untypecast him in my mind. Evan wasn’t an unlikable character, but he he needed a swift kick in the balls.
McLovin stole the show. I was far more interested in McLovin’s adventures with the two worst cops on the planet, than I was in Seth and Evan’s quest to get laid. McLovin was a badass.
Confession time. Not that I’m as sick or perverted as Seth…but…my sister will never let me forget the time I drew a penis inside of a shoe in the Sears catalog and then blamed her for it. Let the healing begin.
Speaking of penises, I actually own the Superbad book of penis drawings. Erin got it for me for Christmas years ago and I had forgotten about it until Amy finally forced me to watch the DVD that also had forgotten that I own. I have at least 50 DVDs that I’ve never watched, most still shrink wrapped. I’ll get around to it someday.
I’m thinking about the soundtrack, I don’t think I own it, but surely someone I know owns it so I can borrow it.
So Hollywood, the ball is in your court – can you make a filthier film? I’ll be waiting patiently…