KNOCKED UP, Chuck, Larry & The Guy/Guy Romances
Can't do better than this headline.
"Ah, Hollywood, where men will be boys
What can big-screen women expect from love? A bong-sucking, porn-addled, baby-fatted slacker."
Johanna Schneller of Toronto's Globe and Mail gets to the heart of the male - boyish - romances of I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK AND LARRY, THE BREAK-UP, KNOCKED UP (a movie in which guys know 5,000 words for penis but can't bring themselves to say the word 'abortion.'"
Adam Sandler is perhaps the most talented actor who consistently under-casts himself, and Schneller perfectly describes his (or the movie's?) over-indicative comic style: In a scene where he, pretending to be gay, lusts for gorgeous Jessica Biel,
"The agony in his eyes as Biel proffers her luscious but off-limits body is funny. The fact that he quickly has to tie his sweatshirt around his waist is funny. Yet Sandler can't stop there - that wouldn't be literal enough.He has to jam his hand down his pants and fish around in there, fidgeting and readjusting so assiduously that he stops looking like a man wrestling with an erection, and starts looking like a toddler who has to go pee-pee."
There it is, the annoyance in these movies: the heroes dwindle from manly -- human -- carnal appetites to childish antics. Maybe we're supposed to think this is adorable. But I find it boring.