Friday, April 25, 2008

Forgetting what I said about "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"

Last night David and I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall at the Regal in Union Square. You may remember that I had a serious problem with the ad campaigns for this movie. But I was high, and I went in with seriously low expectations, and I thought it was so fucking hilarious!

I wasn't the biggest fan of Superbad, and I thought Knocked Up was ridiculously unfunny, so I'm going to go ahead and say that FSM takes the cake on Apatow flicks.

I thought it was going to entertain sexist undertones like all of Apatow's other movies; typically the women are caricatures of themselves and seek to perpetuate anti-feminist stereotypes. They serve as foils for the goofy, pudgy underdogs Apatow champions. FSM turned the gears on that and makes our hero, played by Jason Segal of Freaks and Geeks fame, take on characteristics typically portrayed as "feminine." For instance, he cries in the fetal position in his hotel room in Hawaii. The women are strong in comparison to him, and for an Apatow film, it's totally refreshing.

The film also steers a little bit away from raunchy guy humor, making it funny for people who don't just think it's funny when actors shout the word "cock!" The innuendo is there, but it's much more subtle than in movies like Superbad, where from scene one you're hit over the head with the raunch factor.

Don't get me wrong - it's still there, just not as pronounced. And for someone whose sense of humor bridges the gap between typical "guy" and "girl" senses of humor, this definitely worked well for me.

My only real argument against the movie would be the lack of full frontal male nudity. I read all these articles online leading up to the release that we'd see sooo much of Jason Segal's cock. They basically made it sound like it was creeping up on porno material, but I was severely disappointed with the lack of screentime alotted to Jason Segal's (huge) cock. In the opening scene he drops the towel while Sarah dumps him, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in more ways than one. You get a few quick shots of his area, but that's about it. Considering the amount of screentime directors can allot for women's T&A, you'd think I could at least get a good view of what Segal's packing.

Overall I'd say this movie is totally worth the $11.25. But maybe you should go stoned, because that probably had an impact on my viewing experience.

-Jess

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I thought this was the worst of all of Judd's films... and you see his package at the end, too. I thought the male nudity was totally gratuitous, Mila Kunis is almost as bad an actress as Mischa Barton, and there were the expected 10 totally pointless and unfunny scenes that should have been edited out.

Jess and Josh said...

Different strokes I guess.

Male nudity is never gratuitous.