The problem naming a movie “Knocked Up” is that it’s inherently disrespectful to the womanly state of being “with child”.

I would like to take a few moments to apologize to the women everywhere and offer some alternate titles for the movie:

How about:

“Leaving Some Pork for the Stork”
“Something Grew from my Goo”
 “My Spitter Left a Litter of Critters”

Or my favorite:

“You Look Fat in those Pants”

Basically if you’ve seen the “40 Year Old Virgin” you’ve seen this movie.

Think of this as the day AFTER the 40 Year Old Virgin.

A group of slacker buddies with no real jobs, who smoke copious amounts of pot spend their days discussing movies and pulling frat boy pranks on one another until one night, one of them gets lucky, doesn’t wear a condom and gets a really nice girl pregnant.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy watching stoned people giggle, and really, who can get enough of 20 something men discussing shaving techniques of their genitals?

But this movie runs 129 minutes long!

Two hours and 10 minutes of flipping back and forth between the successful, responsible girl and the stoner, slacker dude gets a bit tired even if they include a road trip to Vegas.

It’s like “Swingers”, meets “Animal House”, meets “When Harry Met Sally” meets “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure”, except that you could probably watch all 4 of those movies and still come out of the theatre 10 minutes before the audience of “Knocked Up” leaves.

It’s a very sweet movie and terrifically funny, but this trend in Hollywood to keep us in the theatre for half a day makes me think that Tom Cruise is going through my sock drawer while I’m out of the house.

3.5 out of 5