Boobs are awesome. Boobs are great. Boobs put a smile on everyone’s face.
Check that out: I just wrote you a little song!
Boobs are one (two) of my favorite things. And I’m not alone; You like them. Your friends like them. Your Dad likes them. You don’t even have to be a man OR a lesbian to like boobs. They are as important a part of our economy as oil. And are even better with a little oil on em! Why, I could go on and on and on and on……
But now I don’t have to.
Nina Brownfield-Berry has taken it upon herself to put out a documentary enTIT-led: “Boobs: An American Obsession.” Which attempts, according to its self described IMDb entry, to “paint a more thorough picture of why American society places such an emphasis on the size, shape, movement and even presence of breasts.”
Why? I’ll tell you why! Because boobs rule, that’s why.
Do you have them? Then you know. Do you not have them? Then you know what you like about them.
This is not to say that a documentary isn’t justified. Of course it is. The most fascinating things make the most fascinating documentaries. And boobs are definitely fascinating. I can’t think of a single girlfriend who didn’t look at me strangely because of my oogling or groping…or pinching or punching. Sheer fascination ensues once you have a pair that are entirely left to your neanderthal instincts.
The doc also touches upon women who go under the knife. The Why’s, What’s, Who’s and For’s are covered in great detail. In fact, according to some views this is where the movie falls apart. Its focus on the psychology of breasts and what they do for some or most women takes on a more depressing tone than the one generally associated with breasts.
Great. Take all the fun out of it….
“Boobs: An American Obsession” is a documentary that sets out to be lighthearted but then trips itself up involuntarily. Sure the men’s point of view are funny at first but then after awhile I started to wonder if I sounded as stupid as some of the guys interviewed. The heavy material and footage of multiple surgeries are hard to watch and at times physically nauseating. It seemed to me to be two movies that need to be viewed separately. One by men, looking for an intelligent laugh when their wives aren’t home. And one by women, as an intervention before that “one last” breast augmentation. Or, of course, you could just click here for our collection of boob-centric videos.