Now we the American working populationThe problem with these movies, again something like Juno seems to be the exception, is that they all end with the manchild having his big "oh my god I'm a big baby" realization and deciding in the end that he's going to give up what he wants to do and instead do what his wife or girlfriend wants him to do because he loves her. Knocked Up treads this line pretty carefully, creating what seems to be a genuine character progression from unemployed pothead to "man that loves his potential child" in such a way that his transformation seems less like a cop out than an epiphany. Maybe it's because he was never "chasing the dream of someone that isn't us," and that the film made it seem like he had no dreams to begin with by the time he transforms. I'm not totally certain. But the comedy in the movie was still his manchild nature at the beginning. Toward the end, the laughs come less often and it's often at the expense of his friends, who have contracted pink eye by farting on each others' sleeping faces.
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope.
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I wonder if people are just complaining about advertising more, in general.
posted by tybeet at 6:46 AM on June 6, 2008