I was worried that 22 Jump Street, in which our heroes go undercover in college, would continue the perpetuation of my sexuality as one big joke.
The other way to make a movie out of a TV show is to admit that the original was cheesy or updating it would be impossible, so you make a wacky, preferably filthy comedy doused in enough irony to make John Waters smirk. The movie based on 21 Jump Street takes this tact, and – what a relief – it works. Okay, it more than works. It’s really, really funny – as long as you ignore the homophobia.
I’ve been very distracted over the last month, and while I’ve been turning in my reviews and they’ve been getting published, I’ve been spacing on linking to them. So, here are the four that I haven’t told y’all about, in order of most recent release. 50/50: I think one of…