Amy Schumer gets his comic rage back

In “Kinda Pregnant” Amy Schumer has her comedic rage back and it looks good on her. It also makes the prosthetic bum that her character, a needy high school teacher named Lainy Newton, wears too big t around, she swaps in a child’s birthday party balloon or even a fried chicken. It makes the movie sound terribly wide and “kinda pregnant” is An over-lit midway Netflix comedy. But there is a pinch of emotional reality for it.

If this was just an old -fashioned comedy with a high concept, it would be about coming up with some persecuted reason for Lainy to fake pregnancy, only for her to discover during her charade that it agrees with her. However, “kinda pregnant” plays it closer to the bone. Prerequisite is a variation of “bridesmaids”: When Lainy is told that Kate (Jillian Bell), her teacher colleague and best friend, has become pregnant, she feels completely out of the party. Kate begins to bind to Shirley (Lizze Broadway), an Icky-Obnoxious teacher in school who treats her own pregnancy, as if it were the chance to perfect a new kind of tiktok-shot.

So Lainy is jealous. But what pushes her over the edge is the dinner she has with Dave (Damon Wayans Jr.), the guy she has seen for four years. She is convinced that he is proposing. (In anticipation, she has already told everyone, which is a big mistake.) At dinner he talks about “smoothing” their relationship, and when the waiter brings a small heart -shaped chocolate cake to the table, Lainy throws himself right into it with his hands, convinced that there is an engagement ring inside. This is what I mean by Schumer’s Fury: She makes digging in that cake an obsessed sight of desperation.

But Lainy has it all wrong. Dave will not marry and have a family. He wants one Threesome. And this is shocking Lainy into a state of such humble rage that it’s like we were standing right there in her shoes. At that moment she passes through a kind of looking glass. And when she visits a pregnant woman’s clothing store with Kate and sees how customers are taken into account, an idea begins to form. No, she will not false pregnancy because the film has devised some Farcic motivation for it. She will do it because …She will be treated that way. She wants these smiles from strangers, she wants someone to give up their place on the subway she wants to know that she Lights (And the fact that people say she is doing is a side -madness of the power of the proposal).

But that’s more than that. When Lainy is told that the world loves pregnant women, desire them, make room for them, treat them with tlc, it very Schumer-crush is the way all this shifts Lainy’s self-hating. It’s like she needs to be “pregnant” just to feel like a normal person.

Ten years ago, in Judd Apatow’s “TrainWreck” (in which she wrote as well as contributing), Amy Schumer stirring things in a most delicious way. It was an amazing movie, a rib-ticking deeply dive into Masochism of romance, and Schumer’s performance was fearless. She used her lightning and kerubic features to the telegraph an uncertainty as deeply as Woody Allen’s in the 70s. It was a universal comedy of love and pain, and I thought it established her as an important movie star. But the possibilities of female actors in commercial comedies, especially when they are as authentic as Schumer, are scarce than they should be. “Kinda Pregnant” is not half of the movie “TrainWreck” was, but it comes as close as every comedy since giving her the pedestal she deserves.

I have to mention that it is a romantic comedy and a pretty good compression. Lainy, very Brooklyn (the whole movie is very Brooklyn), meets Josh (Will Forte) at the local coffee shop, and for once a meet-cute is sweet in the right way. To get out of a situation, she pretends that he is an old friend and the name she comes with to call him is “latte.” There is something about how will Forte rolls with the name that is pretty droll. Hans Josh has an out-of-the-box job: He is the leader of the Zamboni crew at Roller Rink in Central Park. But for the most part, he has an eerie normal zen gentleness around him.

“How many weeks are you?” asks woo-woo director in Mama Yoga-Class Lainy joins. Caught guard and not able to tab the weeks, Lainy sets up New Age Ante and says, “We’re doing the Mayan calendar.” The script for “Kinda Pregnant” is by Schumer and Julie Paiva (the instructor is Tyler Spindle who made “the wrong Missy”), and it repeatedly scores with lines like that. Lainy finds out that she should not just say that her pregnancy is wonderful in her great deception. She also has to say that it is terrible – to recognize the reality of her body, to own the unpleasantness of what nature has done to her. “Kinda Pregnant”, like “Bad Moms”, comes in confessional terrain, these are things from support groups and chat places, but it usually doesn’t make it the movies. At the same time, the film knows how to build a joke, such as when Lainy’s high tale of how she got pregnant, metastases. (It all happened over Thanksgiving … On Black Friday … on a Costco.)

And Schumer is partly a great comedian because she is a great actress. She keeps it really. When Lainy recites an Anne Sexton poem to Josh as a way of increasing him that shows us the young woman who fell in love with literature, we suddenly see the character not as a joke. A moment as it makes a difference. It tells you that even a commercial comedy that just wants to crack you up for a moment can be more than that it can reveal a little of who we are. In “Kinda Pregnant” it is Amy Schumer’s Go-for-Brroke honesty that is fun.