Starring Jenny Slate. Rated PG.

Hollywood hates the word abortion so much, Judd Apatow had Seth Rogan say “shma-shmortion” in Knocked Up, a film about a woman who wants one but, as usual even in the most liberal-minded of movies, doesn’t go through with it. In Obvious Child, developed by writer-director Gillian Robespierre from her short film of the same name, a youngish comedian suddenly has to think about one of those whateveryoucallems.

A former SNL newbie whose contract went mysteriously unrenewed after she said “fuckin’” on live TV, Jenny Slate stars as Donna Stern, a comedian who only performs at a Brooklyn bar whose comedy nights are run by her bitchy best bud (Gabe Liedman, Slate’s sketch partner in real life). It’s the kind of hipster joint you’d see on Girls, complete with unisex bathroom—a perfect spot for her almost-live-in boyfriend to dump her after hearing his failures echoed in one too many bits.

Of course, there’s more to it than that, as she’s reminded by her more assertively feminist roommate (former child star Gaby Hoffman), her TV-producer dad (Mad About You’s bearish Richard Kind), and her slightly uptight, business-professor mom (thirtysomething’s excellent Polly Draper). After an alcohol-fuelled meltdown on-stage, Donna bumps into Max (The Office’s Jake Lacy), the most goyish boy in Brooklyn. (Let’s just say that Lacy makes Channing Tatum look ethnic.) He gets her, for some reason, but mainly he gets her pregnant. She knows what she wants to do about that, but is worried about what others will think and whether or not to tell Max, who turns out to be, as she explains in a daring bit of public soul-baring, “one of the nicest strangers out there”.

Donna’s standup material won’t be to everyone’s taste; it’s of the postmodern (one might say post-Apatow) school in which everything comes down to bodily functions. But despite its script’s wittiest efforts, this lovingly made low-budget film is most valuable when it plays its feelings straight—I mean, shtraight.