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Decided to punish myself last weekend with Judd Apatow’s latest assembly-line homage to all his good-guy high school buddies, Enduring Sarah Marshall . . . whoops, fucked up the title (excuse my French, apparently it’s contagious), but y’all know what I’m driving at. Just the familiar beta-male blend of regressive gender fantasies: self-pitying schlub hero (calling Mrs. Portnoy!) wins over va-voom! mannequin brunet after being dumped by equally va-voom! mannequin blond (who comes to regret the dumping, natch) and providing a couple of R-rated peeks at his bashful schlong (not to rub it in, but even the latex extender in Catherine Breillat’s Sex Is Comedy is more transgressive—not to mention a whole lot funnier). And Jonah Hill‘s in it too . . . like, yyyaaaaaaahhhhh!
Postscript: Don’t everybody applaud, but this is probably the last post I’ll be doing for a while. I’m having arthroscopic surgery 4/29 (right rotator cuff—oww, oww!) and won’t be able to assault my computer for at least a couple of weeks. Whether any of this will affect (or, heaven forefend, improve) my writing or thinking about films remains to be seen. But at least I’ll be able to throw my infamous hanging screwball again. In any case, ciao for now . . .
