The first question I asked my friend after we saw Knocked Up was “Did you like it as much as The 40-Year-Old Virgin?” He wasn’t sure, and neither was I. In hindsight, it’s not a fair question. While they might appear similar on the surface, I appreciate them more for their differences.
Knocked Up is the story of go-nowhere slacker Ben Stone (Seth Rogen) and upcoming entertainment reporter Alison Scott (Katherine Heigl). Celebrating a promotion at work, Alison goes out and has a drunken hookup with Ben; in the morning, after an awkward re-meeting, they go their separate ways. Until eight weeks later, when Alison tells Ben she’s pregnant. The rest of the movie deals with their uneasy relationship, Alison’s struggle with her impending motherhood, and Ben’s arrested development. The movie is full of great supporting characters, many of whom are played by alumni of previous Apatow projects (Virgin, Undeclared, and Freaks & Geeks).
By showing both sides of the situation, Apatow takes a big risk: he’s definitely more adept at crafting the guys’ stories than the ladies’. As good as the scenes with Alison and her sister Debbie (Leslie Mann), I felt as though some of their plot threads were left dangling or underdeveloped. The scenes with the guys are where you get most of the humour: Ben’s group of friends are hysterical, and the scenes where Seth Rogen gets to act with Paul Rudd (as Debbie’s husband Pete) are among the best in the movie.
And as mis-matched as they might first appear, Rogen and Heigl have a great deal of chemistry. I almost believed that a girl that pretty would date a guy that…plain. (This is where I go on a slight tangent: if you don’t care about my theories of the movie, skip to the next paragraph.) Some people have a hard time imagining the situation: after all, that kind of “beauty disparity” is pretty rare. Even Ben admits it in the movie: “Wow, you’re a lot prettier than I am.” I’ve had a few people tell me that it’s just another example of the double standard: in Hollywood (and society) women are valued only for their looks, while men can be attractive for charm or wit or sense of humour. While that’s certainly one way to look at it, I have another. Apatow’s work is centered mainly on nerdy guys, like I imagine he was at one point, and like I am still. When a nerdy guy gets a girlfriend, even if she’s just slightly prettier than he is, he can’t believe it. Apatow’s trying to show the audience how us geeks feel when a pretty girl pays us attention, but because it’s Hollywood, you have to get an absolutely stunning woman to really get that across. It’s still kind of a double-standard, and you could argue with me about it, but that’s how I took it. Anyhow, back to the rest of the review.
Knocked Up is definitely a comedy, but there are moments of real conflict and pain. Compared to Virgin, which is silly fun most of the way through, Knocked Up has a lot of heartbreaking moments, where I thought to myself, “Okay, we’re not in a comedy right now.” Far from being a weakness, this is one of the film’s big strengths: Apatow’s always the best when his humour is tinged with pathos (see the previously mentioned Freaks & Geeks). The scene with Rudd and Rogen in their Vegas hotel room is the best in the movie: hilarious and real.
The movie wraps up a little too neatly, but it’s a Hollywood comedy, so you can’t really fault them for it, and even someone as jaded as me appreciated the happy ending. I think the biggest problem Knocked Up could run into is that people go in expecting another 40-Year-Old Virgin, as I did. Afterwards, though, I appreciated it for what it was, and think it stands tall on its own merits.