Ben and Alison, Knocked Up
We’re not going to reopen the old debate over whether the obvious disparity in their conventional physical attractiveness rendered Ben and Alison an unbelievable couple — a debate that is sort of offensive to all of us who were lucky enough to land partners who rather trump us, looks-wise. It happens, is the point. The credibility issue in Knocked Up (a film that we love in spite of its lapses) is about their long-term viability. What, we’re supposed to believe that because Ben finally got around to reading the baby books, and got a job, and put up an Eternal Sunshine poster in his spare bedroom, that somehow means he and Alison have something in common besides their spawn? Because we still don’t see it.