Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Anthony is, er, right. The fitfully funny Forgetting Sarah Marshall was a warning sign, now confirmed with this latest: the Apatow gang is running out of material. Now I understand what a few of the Knocked Up-Superbad naysayers meant when they picked on Apatow for his obsession with homoerotic undercurrents in male friendships; it's not ease, it's facility, and creepy. The buttfuck joke is less funny than a similar one in The Naked Gun.

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