Movies: Knocked Up

Propaganda Alert! This movie must be secretly bankrolled by the Anti-Abortion League of America (disclaimer: I do not thing such a League exists per se, but you catch my drift, I'm sure). It requires far more than suspension of disbelief to accept that an attractive young woman with a burgeoning career on screen in television (E! in particular) would a) not be on The Pill, and b) not have an abortion, whether the father be her very own hubby or some shlubby stranger (which, in the case of this film, it happens to be).

Of course the movie is funny, and some may say harmless, but propaganda has traditionally used aesthetic methods to lure its victims into complacency, and the revolting tenderness that flowers throughout the film is not just untenable; it is, as some now argue The Secret's delusional positive thinking is, dangerous. It is unfortunate but likely that a number of impressionable young women will be wooed into baby-making (for which they are by no means prepared) by this film, and they will be shocked and horrified to find out that no magical transformation will take place in the shlubby father. Therefore, we can look forward to a future filled with more teenage pregnancies, more single-mother households, and more young hoodlums wandering the streets because they haven't been raised properly. Hooray for comedy.

Also, if you are going to go to the length of including three full-frontal shots of a dilated vagina for the sake of reality, it's not likely that it will be a perfectly hairless vagina, as this one was. After all, how can you shave your pubes nine months into pregnancy? You can't even see your feet. Anyway, nobody needs to see a gaping twenty foot vagina. It's just not necessary.