R for cancerous hijinks, amateur haircuts, unorthodox claim that laughter – while a wonderful medicine – should not completely substitute for chemotherapy
50/50 marks the second film about a growing debate in oncology: Could Seth Rogen be the cure for cancer?
It seems plausible on the surface: hard to imagine anything serious like death happening while the schlubby stoner everyman is onscreen. Like a talisman or one of those pink-haired trolls, he can ward off evil spirits. And this at long last gives me occasion to utter the sentence that’s been on the tip of my tongue for years: “Where Seth Rogen goes, Death dares not follow.”