Ok, so, confession time. I’ve been incredibly busy of late with various deadlines coming and going and then coming back with a vengeance. Basically, I’m sorry for not posting  a blog last week, I am a terrible person who is easily overcome by the perils of college work.That being said, this week I found the time to watch the immensely funny Superbad. Though I am sure the majority of you reading this will have already seen it, it just came to DVD in the UK, and being too busy to go to the cinema, it was a very big deal for me and my friends.Starring Jonah Hill and the infinite hotness that is Michael Cera as the chief protagonists, the plot is centred around their  quest to get the booze to the party and bed the girls of their dreams. After asking a friend of mine whether she’d seen it she squealed in horror at the misogyny and crudeness involved. I was pretty shocked at this as I hadn’t really considered any kind of sexist message underlying the hectic plot. After some deliberation, I concluded that this was not the case. It’s funny, it’s well written, well shot, and ultimately delivers the right message: If you plan on getting a girl drunk to sleep with her, it won’t work, so just be a good guy and all the other crap will sort itself out. That’s my kind of film.   Set in a Ulysses-style 24 hour period, we see Seth, Evan and their insanely squeaky friend Fogell (eg- McLovin) they flee from parties, flee from policemen (who also have a pretty significant role in the film, but I don’t have time to get into that now) and  discover the true nature of their friendship. Ta daaaaaa!  I’m still not very good at this fomatting lark.