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Forgetting Sarah Marshall
by Tony Medley
Running time 111 minutes.
For my money, any movie
that starts out with full frontal male nudity has nowhere to go but up.
Back in the old days, in the days of the Code, nudity was verboten and
movies were better. Critics like Richard Schickel (Time Magazine) think
itís great now that movies can deal with sex openly. To an extent, he has
a point. Sex can now be dealt with openly with adult conversation. But
it should be limited by good taste. I donít find two people in the
actual act of intercourse to be particularly entertaining or necessary
in order to deal with sex frankly in an adult manner, and there is a lot
of that in this film. In the old days films dealt with sex in a much
more nuanced way, the way with which it is dealt in polite society, and
the films were intelligent and entertaining, leaving a lot to your
imagination. I donít need to see body parts to get the reality of sexual
situations. There are two types of scenes in which I can hear the
director yelling at me, ďI have no talent; this is the best I can do!Ē
Those two scenes are scenes of people urinating and defecating and those
with full frontal male nudity. This movie has both.
Directed by first-timer
Nicholas Stoller, this is an attempt to tell in a comedic way the story
of a manís breakdown after being dumped by his girlfriend. Producer Judd
Apatow specializes in vulgarity and poor taste. As a result, although
this is mildly entertaining, itís gross, profane, and relatively
unfunny. It stands to epitomize the aught-generation filmmakersí assault
on comedy. Apatow is responsible for low common denominator efforts like
ďTalledega NightsĒ (2006) and ďAnchormanĒ (2004). He did come up with
winners in ďKnocked UpĒ last year, and ďFun With Dick and JaneĒ (2005),
so he is capable of competent work when he isnít groveling around in the
gutter. Apatow is in line with his cohorts like Will Ferrell and Jim
Carrey and others who are doing their best to kill quality comedy with
their dumbed-down, anti-intellectual flim flam. Good comedy doesnít need
shock value or stupidity to get attention.
Apatow apparently has a
male genitalia fetish because he says he is going to include full
frontal male nudity in every film he can. Anybody who is on a crusade to
popularize male flashing has a serious problem.
The plot is pretty simple.
Peter Bretter (Jason Segel, who also wrote the script) is dumped by his
girlfriend of five years, the titular Sarah (Kristen Bell). He goes to
Hawaii, runs into Sarah who is with her new boyfriend, tattooed, rocker
Aldous Snow (Russell Brand) and meets the beautiful, commiserative
Rachel Jansen (Mila Kunis), who is a lot more beautiful than Sarah, a TV
This thing really had me
squirming for about the first 45 minutes. But when Aldous Snow becomes a
major part of the film, it picks up considerably. This was like watching
the Kansas-Memphis NCAA final. It was a loser for a long time, but it
came down to the final seconds. It came close but, unlike Kansas, it
didnít make the grade.
My discomfort was
exacerbated by two girls who sat next to me. They laughed uproariously
at Peterís nudity at the beginning and they continued to laugh at
inappropriate moments. My impression was that their laughter was
nervousness resulting from discomfort in seeing a totally naked man.
They were joined by other women in the audience. I didnít hear any men
laugh. The rest of their laughter at things that just werenít funny
seemed like they didnít get it and they laughed because if they didnít
laugh, people would think they didnít get it. Unfortunately, there
wasnít anything to get.
I really didnít view this
as much of a comedy. Itís more a light romance. I only laughed a couple
of times, and they were at the over-the-top performance of Russell Brand
as the profligate, tattooed rocker. To his credit, he has stated that
had he known there would be so much frontal male nudity, he wouldnít
have signed on for the film. Even though the Hawaii locations are
beautiful, without him the film would be a big dud.
April 15, 2008