Knocked Up a Knock Off?

knocked upGoing to the movies now just makes me upset. I don’t know how it is around where you guys live, but movie tickets near me– $10.00! That seems like a lot of money to go see what normally ends up being a pretty mediocre show. So I don’t go to the movies that much anymore. I wait for DVD, or I hope that showstash.com has something on there that’s just been released to watch online.

But I sucked it up the other day, and went to see Knocked Up. I must say, that’s like the funniest movie I’ve seen since, well… 40 Year Old Virgin. I don’t think I stopped laughing— nor did the rest of the theatre—for the entire movie. I could have sat there and watched Seth Rogen for another hour. By the end of it, I was slightly in love with him, and his stoner, weirdo friends. I now also want Leslie Mann (the drunk, vomiter in 40 Year Old Virgin with a much bigger and funnier part in this) to be my best friend. She’s freaking hilarious!

So I was a little upset to read last week that writer Judd Apatow is being sued for ripping the whole thing off. Turns out Canadian writer Rebecca Eckler wrote a startlingly similar book a few years back. In Eckler’s 2004 book titled Knocked Up, an up-and-coming journalist gets pregnant after getting drunk at her engagement party. OK, Katie Heigl is a journalist too, but she’s not engaged…. Read More »


Cyberstalking Jim and Pam (…and Dwight and Michael)

JAM!

Thursday! Thursday! Zomg! *runs in a circle like a pug* You know what Thursday means! Jim! Pam! Karen! Dwangela!

Wh-wh-whaa…? No new The Office? I… don’t understand? What am I supposed to do?

I guess I’ll just cyberstalk all of the actors… see what those guys are up to…

Well, lookie hereJenna Fischer is at the heated apex of a bizarre love triangle in this weekend’s addition to Will Ferrell’s stunning filmography: Blades of Glory. Actually, between Ms. Fischer and the presence of Amy Poehler, I have high hopes for this dumbassery on ice.

Meanwhile, John Krasinski is starring as the “wannabe boyfriend” (…typecast already, John?) of a constantly stoned Anna Faris in the Gregg Araki gold: Smiley Face. For those not previously acquainted with the work of Gregg Araki, stop what you’re doing – literally, stop it right now; well, wait, don’t stop reading this blog, but go ahead and open another tab on your browser and go to Netflix – and add Doom Generation to your queue. Read More »