baby mama
Just because I’ve gotten used to disappointment doesn’t mean I’ve grown to enjoy it.
Because I have a desire to catch up with more recent viewing experiences, and no pressing need to revisit this movie, I’m going to keep this short. Just rest assured that I saw the movie, and now, you probably don’t have to. Again, your mileage may vary here, but I’d say that, considering the people involved, this should have been twenty pounds of funny shit stuffed in a four pound bag. As hilariously messy as that euphemism seems, I do not believe it applies to Baby Mama. And yes, I do think The Cracka would agree with me.
If you like Tina Fey, you should be spending quality time with 30 Rock instead of this flick. If Amy Pohler is your cup of tea, you have an unusual way of defining beverages, but nevertheless you can watch her episodes of Arrested Development and get an incalculable amount more laughs-per-joke, and jokes-per-minute. That’s value! If you like Romany Malco, Cracka will heartily recommend that you watch Weeds before smacking you upside the head for looking at her man crossways, and I will provide her an undisclosed amount of support for both of these and any subsequent actions. For a Dax Shepard fix, crack open at least one Brawndo and watch Idiocracy. Baby Mama contains zero electrolytes. Or perhaps you fancy yourself a fan of stilted, awkward, overwritten-yet-clever movies or Steve Martin? Insert The Spanish Prisoner slowly but firmly into your Netflix queue, if you know what I’m saying. Remember how Greg Kinnear was once praised for his ability to be comedic? No? Try revisiting Mystery Men, and you might see a faint glimmer of his sense of humor, dying valiantly under the weight of burgeoning Oscar hunger. Still, considering the pedigree of this flick, who would have thought it’d be so borderline humorless and not even a little bit touching no matter how much you empathize with one who sees the appeal of the grotesque and writhing shapes of newly spawned humans? Not me. Also, when did Sigourney Weaver stop kicking everyone’s ass up and down creation and become the go-to-girl for unsettling old lady roles instead?
One thing I do know is that Spider Erin and any other children I will now never have would have been a thousand times cuter than the parade of scary, bloated zombie spawn in this movie.
June 4th, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Hey did I tell you new season of Weeds starts on June 16? If I weren’t broke I would be signing up for my usual season of Showtime. You need to see about getting them on your magical computer TV. I heard there might be guest appearances by teen japanese girl bands. eh? eh?
I agree with your review, it’s probably even nicer than I would have been, but I did like the part when Amy Pohler is leaving and she grabs the giant crayon.
Lastly, “twenty pounds of funny shit stuffed in a four pound bag” is always funnier if you use “sack” instead of “bag.” because, what’s not funny about a shit sack? ass bag, maybe. but shit sack? good stuff. I’m going to go away now.
June 9th, 2008 at 6:10 am
Thanks for this unexpected tip about Tina Fey’s movie not being funny. This would have been very helpful, if I ever watched movies.
I’m going to try to use the words “scary, bloated zombie spawn” some day.