19. Jennifer’s Body

The big reason given for Diablo Cody winning the Best Original Screenplay Oscar for Juno was her colorful dialogue, a stylized mix of pop-culture riffing and the made-up adolescent slang of movies like Heathers. Jennifer’s Body suggests another theory entirely: When unchecked by authentic characters and emotions—like, say, a confused, pregnant teenager trying to do the right thing for herself and her unborn child—those same Cody-isms sound designed to make viewers claw out their eyes. What might have been a smart, femme-centered horror-comedy along the lines of Buffy The Vampire Slayer (the TV series) and Ginger Snaps morphs into a sounding board for Cody’s latest quips. But if you’ve ever wanted to hear “move on dot org” used in a sentence, you’re welcome to it.

 

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1. Miss March

 

When a hip-hop impresario named “Horsedick.MPEG” is by far the funniest thing your movie has going for it, you have not made a very funny comedy. The directorial debut of Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore, two members of the sketch-comedy troupe The Whitest Kids U’Know, has one of the dumber high-concept hooks in recent memory: A virginal teen (Cregger) gets knocked out moments before getting laid, then wakes up years later to discover his girlfriend is a Playboy centerfold whose bedpost has more notches than Wilt Chamberlain’s. But before this blue-balled Rip Van Winkle and his noxious, Spuds McKenzie-like party-animal buddy (Moore) can embark on a cross-country journey to find (and cane?) her, his atrophied body has to recover. And you know what that means? He can’t control his bladder! Running incontinence jokes set the lowbrow standard, but Miss March goes further by chasing its tastelessness with an equally potent swig of good old-fashioned sexism. A scene involving a stripper pole, oral sex, epilepsy, strobe lights, and a fork needn’t be seen to be believed.

 

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