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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

THE BIG SICK

THE BIG SICK

Not being a fan of any movie Judd Apatow has ever been involved in, I was prepared to hate The Big Sick. After the recent soul crushing survival experiences of two other non-Apatow movies, Paris Can Wait (it can) and The Hero (it isn’t), The Big Sick was at the top of my Things I’m Not Going To Waste Two Hours On list. Then two independent sources I trust told me it was possibly the best movie they had seen all year (and, yes, it was not the only movie they had seen in 2017). These sources told me The Big Sick was a smart, emotionally sincere, funny film. However, they had said the same thing about Manchester by the Sea (except for the funny part), a film I would rather poke out an eye than see again.

Despite my resolve, I somehow found myself dragged to the local independent art theater waiting for The Big Sick to wow me despite my bad attitude toward it. Ten minutes into the film, inundated by the constant dropping of the F-bomb, I was ready to walk out. Eventually, however, I found myself caught up in the film’s sincere emotion (as advertised), the smart writing (again as advertised) going on around all the craters left by more dropping F-bombs, several laugh out loud instances (previously advertised), and moments of more gentle humor, all the more affecting for their appearance in the midst of a genuine tragedy.

The characters are very real, the performances nuanced, and the veracity behind the true story the film is based on is allowed to bleed through. The Big Sick is an A+ film unfortunately spoiled by pervasive, and totally unnecessary F-bombs in every scene. Personally, I blame Judd Apatow...

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