Roger Ebert

The movie involves best friends Seth (Jonah Hill) and Evan (Michael Cera), who have been inseparable in high school mainly because they were equally unpopular, and now face the ordeal of attending different colleges. It is three weeks until the end of the high school year, bringing to mind the ancient truism that if you havenít had sex yet and you donít have it soon, you will never have had sex in high school. Such deprivation used to be commonplace; I am of the opinion that only about two members of the Urbana High School graduating class of 1960 had experienced sex, but Iíll double-check at our next reunion. I will say, though, that at the end of senior year, third base was seeing a lot of traffic.

Seth is the pudgy, curly-haired one, and Evan is thin and has worried eyes. They have a sidekick named Fogell (Christopher Mintz-Plasse), who is so unpopular he is unpopular even with them. They all feel lust for every girl in the school, but are so stuck for conversation that sometimes they simply say what time it is, as if theyíve been asked. To their wonderment, Seth, Evan and even Fogell are invited to a party on the last night by the uber-popular Jules (Emma Stone), who belatedly explains that itís not a BYO party, but a BYOAEE party (bring your own and everybody elseís).

Their attempts to buy booze while underage are more bizarre than some I have witnessed, involving Fogellís production of an I.D. card claiming he is ìMcLovin.î And they discover that being the guys who bring the booze is a powerful deterrent to unpopularity. (Note: Underage drinking is WRONG.) Jules is very happy to see the three friends and their brown paper bags, and Evan is amazed that even the fragrant Becca (Martha MacIsaac) has a smile for him, and lots else.

To be sure, the lads are not seeking perfect love. They have heard about girls who get drunk and sleep with the wrong guy, and their modest ambition is simply to be the wrong guy. (Note: There is a thin line between being the wrong guy and being a criminal.) Fogell, for that matter, would be happy to even be the WRONG wrong guy. (Note: Letís stop these notes and make a blanket announcement: This movie was made by professionals. Do not attempt any of this behavior yourself.)

But back to Fogell. What strange ability do teenagers have to always choose the schoolís future millionaire brainiacs and call them by their last names? For Fogell, poor wretch, there is nothing left in life but to found Microsoft, so to speak. The actor in the role, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, is an actual high-schooler who got the job at a casting call, and it may be a star-maker. I am informed by ìSuperbadî expert David Plummer: ìThere are already T-shirts being sold with ëI Am McLoviní printed on them.î

Anyway, two cops (Bill Hader and co-author Seth Rogen, in what I assume is a NONautobiographical role) bust the party, and so original is this film that they are not the usual bullies, but young enough that when a door opens upon the likes of Jules and Becca and the brown paper bags, they begin to lean eagerly over the doorsill.

The movie reminded me a little of ìNational Lampoonís Animal House,î except that itís more mature, as all movies are. It has that unchained air of getting away with something. In its very raunchiness it finds truth, because if you know nothing about sex, how can you be tasteful and sophisticated on the subject?

In its treatment of adolescent sexual yearning, ìSuperbadî remembers not only the agony but the complete absence of the ecstasy. I remember in eighth grade, some kid asked how long you could entertain an impure thought before it got upgraded from a venial to a mortal sin. ìThere arenít rules for things like that,î the sister explained, ìbut Iíd say that after five seconds, youíre asking for it.î The kid and his buddy went down to his basement to study his dadís collection of Playboys, and he got a stopwatch and had his buddy punch him in the arm every four seconds.

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Roger Ebert, a Pulitzer Prize-winning film critic, is a syndicated columnist based at the Chicago Sun-Times.