Fine comedic entry into the awkward teenage sex subgenre not only raises bars on portraying the realistic underpinnings of what it feels like to be confused, horny, and young in today's America, but also triumphantly parallels producer Judd Apatow's patented method of following up vulgarity with sincerity, tying it all around a day-in-the-life snapshot which further ensures cult demographic appreciation.

Honestly, the movie may be worse off for how well rounded it was. Undoubtedly funniest in it's first act, Superbad becomes less personal and hilarious when the more plot-oriented, hi-jinks-ensuing second act, and tender third come into fruition. This isn't to say the material and great performances do not feel funny and fresh throughout. Merely it is to say that what could have been one of the funniest comedies to arrive in many, many moons trades in some superbly honed charm for a more emotionally satisfying and typically well-rounded experience.