Heroes of the Zeroes is Nick Rogers’ daily, alphabetical look back at the 365 best films of 2000 to 2009.

Stamped with producer Judd Apatow’s irresistible blend of filth and feeling, Superbad was as knowingly bittersweet as it was hilariously profane and frankly sexual.

Indie-film director Greg Mottola never lingered on the ick factor, far more interested in the direct talk about loyalty, loneliness and teenage frustration.

Written by Evan Goldberg and co-star Seth Rogen, Superbad bursts with riotous kicks and intelligent, witty choices. The girls pursued aren’t unattainable for overweight or schlubby guys. Its funk-soul soundtrack is the sort that plays in every man’s brain at least once in his life when making a play. And since the subject matter isn’t era-specific, certain scenic details zig and zag.

Still, this bromance wouldn’t be the same without star-making turns from Jonah Hill and Michael Cera as, naturally, Seth and Evan — lifelong pals nearing the end of high school, and perhaps their friendship, trying to get lucky at an end-of-year party.

Tapped to buy alcohol, they enlist Fogell (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) whose fake ID reading McLovin sets off a sequence of events that eventually involve a pair of rowdy cops (Rogen and Bill Hader).

You’ll forever savor both Fogell’s bogus name and Mintz-Plasse’s debut performance, blossoming from a squeaky-voiced punchline into the only self-confident amigo.

2007’s funniest film reassured that there is no prefab encompassing approach to life or getting laid that works — just the hope that stumbled-upon strengths at both will point you in the right direction. En route, barking at the moon can be a great temporary defense mechanism.