Superbad is Super-AWESOME!

So our television's exile to underneath the kitchen table (the only place it fit at the old apartment) is officially over. We still don't have, you know, actual television service, even network, but we do love watching movies. Especially free movies. And I thought Superbad was so good that I would even encourage you to pony up the $1 or $1.50 (though perhaps not the ridiculous $4.00 charged for a basic rental out here at Blockbuster) and PAY to see it if you have to. It was silly, of course, but that's the point, right? And hidden amongst the incredibly raunchy language (moms and brothers, consider yourself warned) was a surprisingly realistic portrait of how I remember high school. Maybe the girls didn't look quite so much like buxom supermodels (or did we?), but in general I thought that the way the boys, especially, related to each other was startlingly real. For that reason and others, there are times that it's just cringingly uncomfortable to watch (truly, nobody does awkward more painfully or endearingly than Michael Cera of Arrested Development fame), but after laughing uproariously nonstop for the entire 118 minutes, we were glad we did.