Superbad
I’m eating at great restaurants, meeting friends to a coffee or a drink, walking through art museums, taking a stroll in the park or in the woods, seeing new cities, watching things such as movies, TV shows, anime or operas. (What a combination really.) All in all, this is possibly the best time of my life. But, somehow this is all not comparable to the time when we were still kids who never ate out, drank alcohol, or went to museums. Heck I didn’t even watch that many good movies or TV shows at the time. Yet, at the same time, life felt very intense and colorful and if I believe Superbad, it might just as well be because we were obsessed with sex, wahahaha.
I have described the film to a few people afterwards, including another non-PIFF friend I saw in Vienna, by calling it the “best teenie film out there”. It’s too bad I didn’t see it back in the day, but then again, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the homoerotic jokes as much back then. Now, with enough healthy and amused distance towards my teenage years, I can heartily laugh at how we used to be like that and appreciate how well “Superbad” complies with every cliché of teenie films yet manages to surpass them with its characters, random twists and downright good jokes. This film is deep social commentary, that’s what it is. (Hoho.) Or, in the words of Mr. Ebert, “I’m McLovin’ it”. I could now point out scenes that I liked, or try to give an overview of the story (actually it would be a shame), but that is all impossible. “Superbad” needs to be watched and if you don’t like it, well, you probably were never a teenager then.