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Knocked Up, Juno, Waitress – three recent American comedies in which the protagonist’s pregnancy is as desirable as salt in an open wound. Of those three films, the sugar-coated Waitress, is the farthest from reality and though its synopsis may indicate otherwise, it definitely doesn’t serve only a means of diversifying the discussion in the baking club. It’s a somewhat different kind of romantic comedy. Adrienne Shelly knows how to look better than she looks in the film and she definitely knows how to write an original screenplay, which in this case was conceived during her pregnancy. I believe that, to a certain extent, it reflects her own experiences and feelings, just transferred into a strange world where a slap is meant just as seriously as a goofy smile that comes from suddenly being in love. My degree of good judgement declined and increased depending on the amount of pie and Keri Russell shown on the screen. Both were delicious and I thoroughly enjoyed them, so I am pleased to suppress the knowledge that the result resembles an attempt to combine too many ingredients. The prevailing taste is equally sweet. Appendix:  When it comes to pie, Waitress clearly wins out over Wong’s My Blueberry Nights, whose preference for that particular berry doesn’t agree with my tastebuds. 75% (23.01.2012)

At first, I was horrified at what an annoying movie I had just turned on. By halfway through, I decided to still give it a chance and it turned out to be a pretty decent bittersweet comedy about a woman, terribly oppressed by her husband, with whom she becomes pregnant, much to her chagrin. (60%) (27.05.2022)