Forgetting Sarah Marshall Reviews
[Jason] Segel embraces the destiny of male anatomy in yet another clever creation from the Judd Apatow Alumni Association; this one, too, speaks from the male heart (and other parts) in a language accessible to females.
Judd Apatow's comedies are always watchable and sometimes hilarious, but with the latest to emerge under his aegis, I have to admit it is getting harder to defend them against the charge of misogyny.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a refreshingly tender treatment of love gone wrong -- we mean, for a movie that's got enough lowdown sexual content to start its own Kinsey Report.
Even if his movie, produced by Apatow and directed by first-timer Nicholas Stoller, visits familiar territory, Segel's willing to go to dark, weird places his contemporaries won't.
We know actors are trained to let it all hang out, but Jason Segel takes naked vulnerability to new levels in Nicholas Stoller's likable debut, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Jason Segel has what Nicolas Cage and Gene Wilder and a precious handful of other witty actors have: The ability to make egregious humiliation and painful neediness a source of limitless mirth.
In the Apatow manner, [writer/star Jason] Segel mines a mother lode of painful personal memories for his breakup gags, and the vanity of entertainment people proves to be another rich vein.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall is a hilarious movie, a brilliant deconstruction of the romantic comedy, a film that, assuming you have the appropriate sense of humor, will make you laugh out loud again and again.
This film is so funny it may be beside the point to complain that, as in many Apatow productions, the writing and direction are still in something of a state of arrested development.