My wife and I went to see Post Grad on our vacation. Why we would ever do such a thing is difficult to say. Basically it comes down to the fact that it is an Alexis Bledel movie, and we were big fans of the Gilmore Girls. Now, with this film under our belts, I can safely say: NO MORE ALEXIS BLEDEL MOVIES unless there is some other substantial draw which promises to carry the movie despite her.

The worst thing about this horrible movie is that the filmmakers decided to cast the decomposing body of Carol Burnett in the role of the grandmother. The New York Times described her performance as “scarily wooden.” This is code for “she has had so much plastic surgery that she now looks like a Chucky doll.” She had more wrinkles thirty years ago in The Four Seasons than she does now, and she has fewer wrinkles than her daughter-in-law in the movie (Jane Lynch). I was literally surprised every time she successfully spoke in the film. Her appearance is so shocking and offensive that she should be banned from movies, along with the little freak who played her grandson (Bobby Coleman) who is similarly frightful and emotionally upsetting to watch and listen to. Or, if they don’t want to ban her, they should at least do a Benjamin Buttons on her and CGI-age her to resemble a semi-normal, 66 year old woman – the technology is there, why not put it to good use?

I though this film was going to be about Bledel’s foibles in trying to find a job. No. Instead, it is the story of an exceedingly offensive and unlikable family of morons, the Malbys, that we as the audience are asked to side with, root for, and relate to. Herein lies the pain! Don’t be taken in by the carefully constructed preview, which makes the film look like an Alexis Bledel romantic comedy, completely minimizes the wretched family, and implies a love triangle that is simply not there. It’s a ruse to hide the horrible reality of this film.

The climax of the film is when the family bonds in supporting the little freak as he participates in a box car derby (this gives you some idea of how boring and hopeless the Alexis Bledel storylines are.) At the end of the race, his breaks fail and he goes careening off down a hillside, landing upside down in a lake. I smiled and thought to myself “one less Malby.”

As for the humor in Post Grad, if you think a guy stepping in cat shit over and over and over is funny, by all means see Post Grad. Honestly, I know the influence of the Rogen/Apatow/Smith jugernaught is donimating comedy right now, but it IS possible to write humor that transcends first graders laughing at their own poop.