Movie Review: 50-50

            I wouldn’t pay anymore of my hard-earned cash-money to see 50-50 in theaters. And I probably wouldn’t Netflix, Red-Box, or On Demand it of my own accord. But I also wouldn’t mind watching it again with somebody who hadn’t seen it, and I definitely wouldn’t mind talking about it with somebody who had, except my mother, of course...

50-50, which stars Seth “Kind’a Funny A$$hole, Smokes Weed” Rogen and Joseph “Probably the Best Actor of My Generation” Gordon-Levitt, actually does a better job touching on issues between mothers than sons than it does touching on death/cancer issues (even if the death and cancer stuff is what the film is “really” about).

Joseph Gordon Levitt’s “Adam” has a mother. Just like the rest of us (yeah you, Seth Rogen). Played to perfection by Angelica Huston, Adam’s mother’s propensity to weeping and melodrama and guilt-induction reminded yours truly so much of his own mother that the film actually got quite uncomfortable at times. But then, unfortunately, so did Adam’s handling/treatment of his mother (distant, weary).

The film was therapeutic.

It's message ends up being something like: Even if they’re prone to weeping or melodrama or guilt-induction, even if at some point along the way they’ve Let You Down something fierce/deep/meaningful/traumatic (which you’ve probably taken out on others over the years), even if you begrudge them for said letting down (especially when you find yourself in new painful situations), YOUR MOTHER STILL LOVES YOU!!! And they’ll always love you. And the sooner you accept that fact and everything that comes along with it, the better.