In all seriousness, this essay by film critic David Denby in the most recent edition of The New Yorker is brilliantly written (per usual), but it doesn't really seem like he understands the appeal of the films he's shredding. Judd Apatow, with films like Knocked Up, is making chick flicks. They're female empowerment films, even if they don't really feel or look like it. Their protagonists may be shlubby and lazy with no prospects for the future, but they don't actually get the girl until they turn their lives around. It makes sense, doesn't it? Thought so.
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