Blockers
“Is it called Blockers?
Or is it called Cock Blockers?
Whatever, I’ll skip.”
These were the thoughts that went through my mind every time I saw a preview for “Blockers” leading up to its release. I was very confused by the stylized rooster that was always placed in front of the title, and I honestly thought “Blockers” looked like one of the dumbest movies of 2018. So how did I end up at a Saturday night showing of the film when there are like a million other movies in theaters right now that I would have rather seen first? Movie Pass, that’s how. And you know what? I’m happy to report that “Blockers” far exceeded my expectations. It wasn’t always uproarious, and while the premise of parents trying to stop their daughters from having sex on prom night felt like it was stretched pretty thin at times, it also made for a pretty fun lighthearted gross-out comedy. Nothing here is revolutionary, but it all works.
“Blockers” is the type of raunchy R-rated comedy that my Bubby would describe as “cute.” That’s because it was surprisingly character-driven, and these performances are actually pretty great. For starters, I love Leslie Mann and will support anything she does, and John Cena gives The Rock a run for his money as a pro-wrestler-turned-actor with comedic chops. I could have done without Ike Barinholtz as the alcoholic dad, however. I’m just not sold on him yet. Maybe he’ll grow on me one day. But while I didn’t love all the parents in the movie, I did love all the kids. The girls all felt authentic, their teenage struggles real and their friendships genuine. I especially thought Kayla (Geraldine Viswanathan) and Connor (Miles Robbins) were hilarious, and I hope to see more of them in the future. So, while “Blockers” probably (hopefully!) won’t prove to be my favorite comedy of the year, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it. You don’t have to run to catch this one, but I’m not exactly saying you should walk, either.