It is driving me a bit nuts that there seems to be this mini genre of movies recently about unwed mothers. They seem to end up as perfect ending rather then the heart wrenching that really happens when you are dealing with an unplanned pregnancy.
I was joking with my sister last night that the real movie of the film Knocked Up would have been a 10 minute short.
Here is the set up:
Successful career oriented woman who is by all standards beautiful and charming goes to a bar to celebrate her promotion.
She meets a stoned rather unattractive man who is also charming, but unemployed and has no future to speak of.
They dance the night away while drinking copious amounts.
They stumble to her home and have unprotected sex.
They have an awkward morning and don't see each other for over a month.
She misses her period and purchases several tests to find out the inevitable.
Test is positive. She looks in the yellow pages and calls the clinic to schedule the appointment.
Fini
That is how it really happens. Why would we sit through films that produce unnatural happy endings. It feels like anti-abortion propaganda. Perhaps my remake of the film is boring, but done with French accents and arty textures it might play at Sundance as the gritty truth it is.
